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Rebecca Althaus

Moon and the Pleiades go down.
Midnight and tryst pass by.
I, though, lie
Alone.
Sappho
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After the storm
In West Penwith at the very far end of Cornwall the full might of Storm Goretti was felt - trees fell, power and water supplies were cut off. Between the Atlantic Ocean and the English Channel, where the land measures five and a half miles across, my moorland home was battered. It has endured a lot of rough weather in the two hundred years since it was built as the administration house for Ding Dong Mine and it's squat granite mass with low sloping roof survived this extreme
Rebecca Althaus
6 days ago1 min read
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Three poems in The Manchester Review
I don't find it easy to send work out to poetry magazines and most of the time it's a 'no' alongside an encouraging note to 'keep going'...
Rebecca Althaus
Apr 11, 20251 min read
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voicesontheedge_kernow
"Rebecca Althaus at Voices on the Edge, Dark Kernow @gwithianchapel , 27.01.24. A poet. In this hushed place of reverence, a poet stands,...
Rebecca Althaus
Mar 4, 20241 min read
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Cabin Life: 7 days on the 'Island' of West Cornwall
Marina Sossi writes about her winter residency in The Alt Haus - if you'd like to apply for the next women writer's residency which will...
Rebecca Althaus
Mar 4, 20243 min read
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The Grammarsow: Malcolm Mooney's Land
The St Ives September Festival is almost here! This year The Grammarsow project has invited poet Tessa Berring down from Edinburgh for a...
Rebecca Althaus
Sep 4, 20231 min read
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Making a poetry film
The Hypatia Trust (a collaborative community hub advancing women's equality and based in Penzance, Cornwall) invited women with a...
Rebecca Althaus
Jul 17, 20231 min read
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