A copy writer questions his role in the system after seeing the head of Brân the Blessed mouthing silent words at him over Tower Hill. (From Lorna Smithers)
"A giant does not find it easy to die. We are too big" (From Lorna Smithers)
From Lorna Smithers: a glosa based on lines from Friedrich Nietzsche written in the voices of the monsters of Annwn.
From Lorna Smithers: an essay on 'the mysterious ritual frenzy' of the scream over Annwfn and its modern manifestations.
Three poems exploring the theme of 'detritus' - 'waste or debris'. Each is based on a dream.
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...'