Photos by Rhys Thwaites-Jones and Hannah Engelkamp Six months ago, in bleakest midwinter, I wrote this essay. My two-year-old was communicating mostly in animal noises and gestures – brilliant, hyper-intelligent animal noises and gestures, of course, but still. I was finding mothering hard, and aspiring but failing to find a place for myself in his […]
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The Chorus

Ruth Corkill

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17


We passed that road at the beginning of The grey season when the trees are dusted with moths And the mothers bend upward and burst into grief… Ruth …

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Steven Lovatt

PUBLISHED ON: 26/09/13


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