Nicholas Battey: April Light
April Light I’ve let the world of people go in favour of growing spring evenings,…
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Poetry: Nicholas Battey
Last Breath of Leaves Cup a pear, hear it abscise, number the days until ripe;…
Poetry: Nicholas Battey
Leaf-ladder to the Sky Dusk drums down the harbour, Seagull sirens sound alarms, A quiet…