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Sketches of a 1950s Childhood

The following is an excerpt from the book I am currently writing titled: It’s Been A Long Time Coming Rooks nesting in the elm trees soar in the wind above me as I roam freely round the farm. My Dad … Continue reading

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Between Two Worlds

Standing in that cuspwhere twilight meets the dark,the thinnest veil of misthangs in dampened silenceunder autumn trees.All movement ceases now,no creatures of the nightare stirring from their rest.No sounds to break this spellthat sits between two worlds. Just a tired … Continue reading

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Spring Awakening – a revised poem by Ardhan Swatridge

Days of winter wet, overcoat days and duck down nights.We wake to analyse the shuttered light, peering through the gloom,and listen for the signs of windblown leaves or spattered rain;our blanket moods grown heavy with the wait. But today is … Continue reading

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Let the Earth Speak through You – by Jason Hine

When you want to say something, don’t say something which resembles what you want to say but is one step removed. Say exactly what you want to say. Speak the exact words, reach down into your body to find them, … Continue reading

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Crossing Boundaries

Distant lowing of restless cattle Purr of an idling diesel tractor Alarm cackle of a swooping jay These sounds cut the still air Between green grass and blue skies Dead stick cracks under booted foot Stream bubbles over smooth stones … Continue reading

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After the drought

A darkening northern sky, mountains rumbled to break the deadlock of drought, but only a dribble fell that day. It barely wetted the dusty earth, leaving us hot, fractious, heavy-legged. The next day dawned with black smoldering clouds and then … Continue reading

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Magic at Milking Time

I look back through the six decades of my life to recall a memory, clear and resonant. A little boy moving among my father’s cows as they assembled in the concrete yard of our small farm waiting to be milked. … Continue reading

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Betws-Y-Coed a name that conjures. by Paul Swatridge

We headed north towards Anglesey by car and came to a wild and beautiful spot where two rivers meet. I had never experienced anything like it. I was on a family holiday in Wales, age 9. My memory is now … Continue reading

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