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Anna-Marie Young: ‘Barafundle’

That flat summer light. Across the grass he moves towards her friends, and watching, I know what that feels like. The deep sinking tread of moss, the whispering crocosmia, and the part shade from the turning walnut leaves. She sits heavily, glass in hand, dress too wide for the seat, light reflecting off the spray…

Readings from The Lonely Crowd: Cardiff 10/05/18

The Lonely Crowd will be previewing their forthcoming ninth issue at Little Man Coffee. Co, tomorrow evening from 7pm. Martina Evans will be reading poems from Issue 9 as well as a selection from her highly praised new collection Now We Can Talk Openly About Men. Recent Welsh Book of the Year-winner John Freeman reads…

Writing ‘Arrest Me, For I Have Run Away’ Stevie Davies

George Eliot said that the novel, ‘like crystalline masses … may take any form, and yet be beautiful; we have only to pour in the right elements – genuine observation, humour, and passion.’ I have always loved the way Eliot angles this image of crystal masses: the freedom it accords to the novelist. Her remark picks up my memory of schoolgirl experiments in the chemistry lab: we left a dish containing a solution of chemicals; when we came back a week later, it had branched into a multifaceted cluster of crystals, in a structure amazing to the imagination.

READ BY THE AUTHOR: ‘Nighttown’ by Martina Evans

Issue Nine of The Lonely Crowd features four new poems by Martina Evans. Here, Martina reads one of those poems, ‘Nighttown’, exclusively for our website. Don’t miss Martina reading at our event at Little Man Coffee Co. on May 10th, from 7pm.   © Martina Evans, 2018. Image © Jo Mazelis, 2018.

‘Ty Mawr Wybrant’ Glyn Edwards

Ty Mawr Wybrant  (William Morgan’s birthplace) You carry the emptied acorn cup like an offering, one palm steadying the other, keeping it raised, level with your nose; studying it with giantwide eyes as though the vacant chrysalis still cherishes life and you might witness its spell. Your mother convinces you to let it snuggle up…

‘Shaggy Dog Story’ John Freeman

When I sit in Phil and Julia’s kitchen Shrimp arrives, quietly padding around. Julia always says the same two things: she does like men. She’s a terrible flirt. Now she adds: she’s very old. Shrimp pushes her nose towards my flies gently, just once, and then looks soulfully into my face, and I gaze back,…

‘The Arnolfini Marriage Interrupted’ Jo Mazelis

One flame on the budget candle In the extravagant candelabra – Savings must be made somehow…   …then stage left, three girls, posh voices – Fuck it! Let’s go. We could go to Brum. We could get off at Hereford. You’re just so funny. She’s a right laugh. What’s that? I don’t know – my…

Record of a Moment / Jo Mazelis photographs Shani Rhys James

In February I went to visit the artist Shani Rhys James to talk about her work ahead of her forthcoming exhibition in London. I had been asked to write the introduction to the catalogue so I was excited to see both the new work and her workspace. I arrived at Welshpool station to find Shani…