Posts tagged ‘The Clearing’

The Wet Desert – A Film by Max Smith and Ben Smith

  This week we present a short film exploring the watery landscape of Dartmoor, scripted and narrated by Clearing editor Ben Smith, filmed by his brother Max…

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James Roberts – Three New Poems

  The Longhouse   Backlit by a flickering hearth each room is a stage applauding its audience. Silence twines speech into smoke-threads the talk of wool…

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Luke Thompson and Mairead Dunne: from ‘the clearing’

        These four poems are from the clearing a forthcoming pamphlet written by LukeThompson, illustrated by Mairead Dunne and published by Atlantic Press. The pamphlet…

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Jack Thacker – Three Poems

Jack Thacker grew up on a farm in Herefordshire. He is currently a PhD candidate at the Universities of Bristol and Exeter, researching contemporary British and…

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‘Silken demon’: Two Animal Poems

This week in The Clearing two poems by Holly Corfield-Carr and Polly Atkin journey into the night to find species both familiar and exotic.   BRAKE LIGHTS…

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Peter Larkin – Excerpt from ‘Eyes on Open Leaves’

“Eyes on Open Leaves” was suggested to me by a reference to a journal collection by the poet Lorand Gaspard called Feuilles d’Observation. It made me…

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An Interview with Melissa Harrison

  Melissa Harrison’s new novel At Hawthorn Time is out now, published by Bloomsbury. Her first novel, Clay (Bloomsbury, 2013), won the Portsmouth First Fiction award, was selected for Amazon’s ‘Rising…

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New Poems from Isabel Galleymore and Ben Smith

This week we are celebrating the launch of new chapbooks from two of The Clearing’s editorial team: Dazzle Ship by Isabel Galleymore and Sky Burials by Ben…

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Three Ways of Looking at a Tree

    BERRIES by Jos Smith   We were looking for your best side, a single photograph that captured HAWTHORN an image that said CLIFFTOP ENDURANCE…

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Deborah Fass – Two New Poems

  DROUGHT   Where last night I walked alone, past the field to the parking lot –   the silent field, at the end of the…

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