The Penny Dreadful

Five Years have past; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters rolling from their mountain-springs With a soft inland murmur. It's really more of a weekly, Lit Review sort of murmur. Events…

Happy New Year! Bells have been jingled, eggs have been nogged - Christmas is boxed up, back in the attic - and we reluctantly return to the daily grind that is January. But, despite the weather, it isn't all doom and gloom. Poetrybeat…