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Robert Nisbet

Encounter   Widower Davies craves an easefulness, sits by the hum of fires. It’s near to spring and it’s light now, light in the evenings. The blackbird’s back, the lyricist. His song meets the moment without seam, would scarcely disconcert … Continue reading

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LIGHT OF EVENING He is in a small cottage facing West to a sun declining over a Welsh mountain. He has done little, in craft, in enterprise, today, this last month. He has had earnest relationships, few of which will … Continue reading

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Robert Nisbet

Smoking Gauloises (which was as far as anyone went, in the drugs line, in nineteen-sixty-two). Rough Gallic gaspers, and with them, the cords, the fishermen’s sweaters, one beret (Steve) and the manuscripts, left on the kitchen table, and bulging from … Continue reading

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The Gathering of the Animals Two families of dogs meet, greet. It is cliff path, Pembrokeshire, a height above a small lagoon where, in October, seal cows will come to birth their pups. This morning they are cruising back to … Continue reading

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Season In her back yard, their yard, there were a coal bunker, a stack of kindling, a bird table, two apple trees, bramble downgarden and a stretch of local grass. He spent four springs there while the hedges sopped through … Continue reading

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The Attendant Lord Super Mum, King Dad, trudge miles of coast path underfoot. Enjoy, says the rucksack’s swing. The filial appendage, the attendant lord, sixteen, trails in their wake. (A routed part of him is back in the arcade, the … Continue reading

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Sky Over Broad Haven Morgan has walked here many times, from adolescence, thirty years ago, when there were girls and, once, an adder whipping silently back into the long grass, upon the cliff path, there, above the Lion Rock. Now … Continue reading

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