Boulder: a poem by Fay Musselwhite
Only by bringing it home could she get its measure. How this was done she doesn’t remember. She must have...
14th August 2017
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Ball Street Bridge: a poem by Angelina Ayers
Past the cutlers, halfway over the Don I stop to watch the river’s dull pewter slow-shimmy the strait, grinding stone,...2nd August 2017
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Stone Walls and Snowgates: a poem by Angelina Ayers
An angler wades in teetering like a goose slips on loose silt churned by the Don. Water rushes past and...13th July 2017