Poetry by Wes Finch – Mass Dial
Numerals on a Mass Dial, Covenham St Marys, Lincolnshire A carpenter bee, anignorant lodgerenters the space that once housed the…
Poetry by Wes Finch – Skipwith
Skipwith Five miles inland on a clear wide night,That distant sound, all rumble and crash, isKicked by the sandy banks,…
Poetry by Wes Finch – The Lincolnshire Coast
The Lincolnshire Coast is just Flat and there is Nothing There The tide is out, way out, it ran away…