By Ian Copestick Sweet suburbia on a summer evening, families sitting in front of their houses, getting ready for the 8'O'Clock applause to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing as one, now that there's a common foe. Perhaps this is it, that fabled blitz and Dunkirk spirit, that helped us fight alone against … Continue reading The Spirit
Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Primer I find my place to make my stand, measure with feet my dancing steps, create a fiction, nearer truth than factual paragraph of prose. My primer coat is Latin phrase or Anglo-Saxon early terms, then later English verbal words preparatory to painting phase. The seasoned shades now honeyed, waft, sensed … Continue reading Poems by Stephen Kingsnorth
Academy of the Heart And Mind 