The clementine rise of new acquaintance: you were all lilt, all eye-bright charm – the dance of an autumn. And the fire breathed yes and now and I want something the seasons cannot deny – a burnish that looks like flame but is dying embers. We relit at Christmas, your wind-rapped cheeks told me sticks had been […]
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Pondweed

This is a sparkling, funny novel, largely successful in honouring the complexities of late-flowering love, writes Mandy Sutter

PUBLISHED ON: 28/07/20

CATEGORY: Reviews

When pond salesman Selwyn comes home one afternoon towing his firm’s exhibition caravan and tells his ‘like-wife’ Ginny to get into the car, all she c …

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War and Culture in the Olchon Valley

Nigel Jarrett on the natural and cinematic emblems of our countries and borderlands

PUBLISHED ON: 13/03/20

CATEGORY: Blog

When I first walked the Olchon Valley north of Abergavenny, Bruce Chatwin had just published On the Black Hill, his novel about two farming brothers i …

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The Levels

Claire Pickard

PUBLISHED ON: 30/07/19

CATEGORY: Reviews

The Levels by Helen Pendry is a novel that has at its heart the twin concepts of mapping and navigation. The means used to map places, histories and c …

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Firebird

Deryn Rees-Jones

PUBLISHED ON: 07/05/19

CATEGORY: Poetry

(in memory of Julia Damassa Tobin, 1966–2018) Do you remember, Julia, that night you found me on Lonpobty without keys? Midnight, drunken midnight, st …

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Breakage

Eleanor Howe judges this to be a well-constructed, gripping narrative of fractured relationships, art and society, dovetailing in an amalgamation made lovely by Williams’ elegant and poetic turn of phrase

PUBLISHED ON: 26/06/18

CATEGORY: Reviews

Nathan, the protagonist of Breakage, is a curator of glass. He owns a glass gallery, filled with elegant pieces from around the world, hand-blown, cra …

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This is Not a Rescue

Although poets rarely trumpet the fact, every book of poems is a selfie; in the work of debutants, this is usually clear – and sometimes too clear, writes John Redmond

PUBLISHED ON: 09/08/17

CATEGORY: Reviews

Although poets rarely trumpet the fact, every book of poems – from Harmonium to Acrimony from The Nightfishing to Citizen – is a selfie. In the work o …

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The Trees Won’t Tell

Cherish D Smith

PUBLISHED ON: 31/07/17

CATEGORY: Fiction, novella extract

‘You quit followin’ me, Erroll Harris!’ I call over my shoulder, clutching my books to my chest. The girls told me over lunch, fellas like a chase and …

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Trigonometry in Las Vegas

John F Buckley

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17

CATEGORY: Poetry

  The hypotenuse of marriage is us once the dog gets involved. We chauffeured him to the probability farm to roll in the clover and send pictures …

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My Bukowski

Crystal Jeans

PUBLISHED ON: 25/07/17

CATEGORY: Fiction

There’s this guy. He must be around fifty, maybe fifty-five. I don’t know if he’s homeless or what. He hangs out in the lanes behind Whitchurch Road, …

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