As an antidote to the anthropocentrism of the Anthropocene, a call to all our ancestors since life’s beginning.
Poem based on Sacha Dench’s radical journey as a human swan to find out why Bewick’s swans are disappearing.
Devotional poetry for Winter’s King from Lorna Smithers.
‘Through the concrete of office blocks and headphones of call centres, over the white noise of television, we still hear the Cwn Annwn howling. The harder we try to shut them out the louder they howl…’
‘A valuable repository of wisdom on storytelling written by a passionate and knowledgeable guide with a deep love of the natural world and a keen understanding of contemporary environmental and political concerns.’
A poem for September, the reaping month, by Lorna Smithers.