A novel and a long poem
Elizabeth Baines's short novel Too Many Magpies, about – well, about parenthood, the environment, magic, science, adultery... It's a moving, and in places actually upsetting book (it turns out I'm a sucker for parental anxiety storylines).
And last night I read Harriet Tarlo's landscape poem 'Brancepeth Beck', from her book Nab, an enjoyed it a lot. It's a sort of landscape poetry which I don't know very well – like a series of scenes rather than a developing progression (like the landscape itself, then). Very pleasing stuff.
There's more to say about both of these pieces, but marking calls...