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Vol. 1:  On Isolation


Dusk to Dusk

poem by Bernard Pearson

A bat unwinds like a clockwork toy

Night arrives a little early

As might a bride, with doubts.

It is August tomorrow,

more a worry than a help.

From winter’s womb

Fresh day is spawned.

Thrust from old loins

New life has dawned.

Snow drops seep

From salt petered ground

While birds in swing-time,

Discover sound.


poem by Bernard Pearson

Bernard's work  appears in many publications, including; Aesthetica Magazine , The Edinburgh Review, Crossways, The Gentian, Nymphs The Poetry Village, Beneath The Fever, The Beach Hut Little stone In 2017 a selection of his poetry ‘In Free Fall’ was published by Leaf by Leaf  Press. In 2019  he won second prize in The Aurora Prize for Writing for his poem Manor Farm. He is also a biographer and prize winning short story writer.

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