WingscapeArticles, PoetryThe path grinds itself into the feet. A grayling skitters from under the boot toe, and settles a stone’s kick…
ClockArticles, PoetryThe poet Dafydd ap Gwilym is disturbed in his sleep, c. 1350 Once more he’s walking through the streets…
Pwyll and Rhiannon, from The MabinogiPoetry It’s little more than a bump in the land, a footnote in the catalogue of hills, crags and ridges,…
