Poem: ‘Fothering the Sheep’
Fothering the sheep Only minus seven this morning but the gate latches are frozen solid.…
Browsing: Deborah Mason poet
Poem: ‘What comes to mind in Ireland’
What comes to mind in Ireland What is black? An absence of light, the cassocks…
Poem: ‘No animals died’
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…