Tag Archives: Wrexham

Confluence

Posted on 25/06/2015 by Bobby Seal

But where does the river sit in all of this: as a reflection of (and receptacle for) change?   Surface Tension, Rob St John This is as far as I can go.  I have been following the course of the River … Continue reading →

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Abbot and Regis: A Tale of Two Townships

Posted on 18/06/2015 by Bobby Seal

A market town, a parliamentary borough, the head of a Union, and a parish, chiefly in the hundred of Bromfield, county of Denbigh; 26 miles (SE by E) from Denbigh, 18 (ESE) from Ruthin, and 187½ (NW) from London; ….. … Continue reading →

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A Drift on Wat’s Dyke

Posted on 14/11/2012 by Bobby Seal

Swathed bodies in the long ditch; one eye upstaring. It is safe to presume, here, the king’s anger. He reigned forty years. Seasons touched and retouched the soil.  Heathland, new-made watermeadow. Charlock, marsh-marigold. Crepitant oak forest where the boar furrowed … Continue reading →

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Carol Ann Duffy and Gillian Clarke

Posted on 12/09/2012 by Bobby Seal

I don’t normally publish notices at Psychogeographic Review but, since this event has been organised by this blog’s favourite poet, Liz Lefroy, and because it promises to be such a fantastic evening of wordsmithing, here goes… On Thursday 11th October … Continue reading →

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St. Giles Churchyard

Posted on 30/07/2012 by Bobby Seal

  Pictures taken in St Giles churchyard, Wrexham and a poem written at the grave of Elihu Yale, founder of Yale University.       At the grave of Elihu Yale.   Born in America, in Europe bred.   Summer … Continue reading →

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Beating the Bounds: A Dérive Around the 1857 Boundaries of Brew Town

Posted on 22/05/2012 by Bobby Seal

Dewdrop had called it a circumnavigation, but the reverence with which he handles the map this morning as he shows me our route suggests it’s something more akin to a pilgrimage for him.  When he rang me last week he … Continue reading →

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