
A Place That Mattered
The place where my son died had horses. Only because when a dying boy asks you for a horse, you find more than one. You make your way away from…
The place where my son died had horses. Only because when a dying boy asks you for a horse, you find more than one. You make your way away from…
Mapping Edge Finger touched mapped faded edge, unending ink black shaped lines, tracing hillsides I walked as a child. Black tufted strokes, old rough pastures, where curlews once…
In 2005, I went to Palestine for three weeks with my parents, my wife and our daughter, aged two. We were invited to carry out workshops with young artists and…
For those who delight more in the seed of things, I can say that these poems investigate queer, genderfluid indigeneity, and interspecies-relational philosophy through deep observation of wild birds.
I never dream about maps. I used to draw them for a living. I have dreams about every other passion. It occurs to me that to dream about maps might…
On birches, bears, and the birth of farm animals: three new poems by Todd Davis.
An amateur entomological and botanical study in four locations, at five different times of day, by artist Anna Garrett.
New poetry of rocks and pigeons by Anne Haven McDonnell with accompanying work by artist Deborah Westmancoat.
I would often sit with my grandfather outside on the porch, watching the cloudbursts roll in from the horizon. They would come in thick, dark inky blue clouds heavy with…
“Thinking takes place in the relationship of territory and the earth,” wrote Gilles Deleuze and FĂ©lix Guattari in Geophilosophy, an essay published in their 1991 collection, What is Philosophy? Standing…
The narrow lane from Llanrhaeadr to the waterfall. The slopes of Glan Hafon one side, Moel Hen Fache the other.