Twelve years ago, when I moved to Cumbria and starting writing about the things around me, ecopoetry in the UK seemed to be a niche pursuit, something that happened on the fringes of our ecosystem, at the distant margins. It was unfashionable, dismissible. That can’t be said now. Ecopoetry has grown and become mainstream enough […]
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