26th February, 7:20 PM. The information desk at Ceredigion Museum had no lights on, and the streets around it were almost empty. Standing in front of the door felt forbidden since the place looked as though it was closed. Anyone unaware of the event would have walked past, no intention of even looking twice at […]
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Jane MacNamee

PUBLISHED ON: 30/01/20


Tŷ Nesaf, Bardsey (Ynys Enlli), May 2011 After breakfast, I sit for a while at the blue-checked cloth of the kitchen table, a small glass vase of lemo …

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Annabel Luery

PUBLISHED ON: 23/07/18


Then they’ll come: the ghosts of gone birds riding the green wave hurrying north, a million for every year, one long breath, falling, blazing trees wi …

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What’s the Time, Mr Wolf?

Gwen Davies

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17

CATEGORY: Editorial

Wales’ enduring flair for the short story is gradually being recognized on an international stage, with our best writers in the form, including Cynan …

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