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Glyn Hughes

Summer 1969

Hearts

By Glyn Hughes

Woken, perhaps when the baby cried, sometimes I mowed the grass before dawn: around me a damp dark smell of fields where lamps like planets moved on the rim and […]

Summer 1969

Beasts

By Glyn Hughes

At night, surrounding the house, their fear impregnates summer air as, muffled and crazy as moths they stumble among the gorse. What’s that? What’s that? Laying poems aside, I go […]