Alex Winter

Poetry: Alex Winter

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AREOPAGITE The cloud moves, low, across the landscape, leaving a slick of rainwater on the backs of cows. It passes through the mind of a priest and into the eyes of a fourteen year old girl. It is a pestilence.  A curse upon the territory. In the villages they are rasping for bread. No chickens … Read more

Poetry in 2020: ‘Dream and so create’

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At the end of 2019, I wrote: In these times it is perhaps inevitable that people will want to write poems about climate change, or Twitter and politics. But poetry knows in its heart, what has already ended inside your consciousness, to which you and the world are gradually catching up. In the greatest poems … Read more