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Helen SullivanThe Guardian |
What is it about the poem “Who killed Cock Robin?” It is so sad, and so coolly dark: a miniature drama played out in the shade of a single tree....
Where to start with the nautilus: at the centre of the spiral or its culmination? It is a cephalopod in a shell, a spiral no wider than the length of...
This is a recipe for moéche, the green, soft-shelled crabs that live in Venetian lagoons: mix a batter of flour, eggs, salt and parmesan cheese in a...
It is what jacarandas do to blue sky that makes us so helpless to resist them. They emerge in early summer, when we hope the skies will be bluest, and...
Clouds have so much to do with how the day feels, with what the day seems like. Clouds, more than any other weather that touches your skin – the...
Slugs have not inspired much poetry – though this line from Brian Swann is nice: “Turn them over, they’re the soles of new shoes, / pale and...
I t is a fact about people that we all love a brontosaurus. The long curved neck, the small head, the massive ribs. We don’t mind a brachiosaurus...