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    Garth Hill Shortlisted in Writing Competition

    My short piece Garth Hill has recently been shortlisted in the WRITE ABOUT WALKING & LISTENING writing competition hosted by walk · listen · create ‘Sound Walk September’. This competition was launched in July and submitters were asked to write poetry or prose in fewer than 250 words.  Garth Hill is a walking piece which muses on the loss of a relative and contemplates the importance of sound and landscape when it comes to forming memory. The shortlisted pieces will be published in WALKING an illustrated chapbook anthology and issued as an audio book, sale proceeds of which go to support future walk · listen · create writing competitions. Copies of the book (when published)…

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    Review of Lumen in Wales Arts Review

    Today, I have another poetry review coming out in Wales Arts Review! Tiffany Atkinson’s Lumen has been hailed as a ‘fresh, moving and brilliantly inventive book’ by Sarah Howe. A lumen, we are told, ‘is a unit of light, but also a channel or an opening inside the body; perhaps, in this collection, it may also serve as a metaphor for the work of the poem itself.’ I’ll conclude by saying that a good poet makes you laugh, wonder, and even cringe at times; they unsettle you. It’s not always easy reading. I think it was Søren Kierkegaard that said that anxiety is necessary for creativity; it ‘can just as…

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    ‘Gwelon ni… Gwelais i.’

    Received this in the post today! It’s a privilege contributing my first essay in Cristion magazine (Theme of the month: thrill). No surprises with the topic I chose: Mountains. Or rather a biblical mountain called the Mount of Transfiguration. The first section follows the fishermen as they ascend the slopes with their guide. As they scramble, something thrilling happens which stays on their minds forever… The second section then looks at some of my own climbs: one in north Wales and the other in the Pyrenees. I meditate about Christ the Climber and the thrilling effect that pivotal hill, or rather what they saw on that hill, had on his…