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Eleanor Rees
Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice (Salt, 2019) and her fifth collection Tam Lin of the Winter Park, in which these poems will appear, is forthcoming from Guillemot Press in May, 2022. Eleanor is senior lecturer in creative writing at Liverpool Hope University and lives in Liverpool.

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Three Poems

Poetry

April 2022

Eleanor Rees

Poetry

April 2022

ESCAPE AT RED ROCKS   I am the colour of the outside, a stillness moving like a winter tide, a new shoreline in formation,...

poetry

September 2012

Mainline Rail

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

Back-to-backs, some of the last, and always just below the view   a sunken tide of regular sound west...

Hoda Barakat’s The Kingdom of this Earth turns to the history of Lebanese Maronite Christians, from the Mandate period to shortly before the outbreak of the Lebanese Civil War in the mid-1970s This scene, occurring very early in the novel, precedes a tragedy that will mark the family at the centre of the story, whose history of village pre-eminence puts them at the centre of local rivalries around class, land ownership, water rights, and gender politics The ancestral past remains part of the present, as the children of Muzawwaq struggle to make their future in a society of close ties and deep rifts   — M B         A shower of wet snow The snowflakes were beginning to stick, forming white patches that spread and thickened across the terrain The horizon line between the greyness of the skies and the white ground was blurred now   The bitter edge of the blustery cold softened as the fog dropped over the land, thick as a felt saddle blanket The mountain paths and ravines were no longer distinguishable, making it impossible to guess how much distance remained ahead Features of the landscape known popularly as the Frenchmen’s Chamber, Deaf-mute’s Crevice, St Severin’s Elbow, the Cross of the Sacred Heart, had all vanished After Patriarch’s Point the entire expanse of these heights was submerged in the sour gummy milk Overhead, winds whirling and pounding as though powerful water currents were ravining the skies changed course suddenly, a fierce onrush whipping across the ground to prevent him moving forward   He got off his horse He pulled the saddlebags of lentils off the horse’s back and tossed them to the ground but he kept the sacks of wheat and hay where they were He opened the blade of his penknife and slashed open a sack of hay, bringing it up to the horse’s head But his beloved horse didn’t plunge her snout into the sack She would not eat Mubaraka, eat! For the love of the Virgin, eat – it will give your legs more strength We don’t have a choice, Mubaraka We have to go on   The horse stared

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice...

Crossing Over

poetry

September 2012

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

As he sails the coracle of willow and skins his bird eyes mirror the moon behind cloud. Spring tide drags west but he paddles...

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Art

Issue No. 6

Interview with Edmund de Waal

Emmeline Francis

Art

Issue No. 6

As we speak, Edmund de Waal, ceramicist and writer, moves his palms continually over the surface of the trestle...

poetry

January 2012

Picasso (1964)

Campbell McGrath

poetry

January 2012

A canvas comprises a totality of surface just as Spain is composed of constituent parts, Catalunya, Madrid, hills and...

feature

April 2013

Félix Fénéon, Bomb-Thrower

Tom McCarthy

feature

April 2013

Editors’ Note: On 25 April 2013, novelist Tom McCarthy announced the winner of the first annual White Review Short...

 

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