Birch leaves and twigs fill the frame, most out of focus but a few crisp. The dappled light and lively angles of the leaves suggest a breeze that moves through the small tree.

Hello there fellow wanderer, you’ve found the quiet internet-grove of C.S. Mills. I’m a writer working with land, myth and the imagination.

Each month I send out a letter by email called Polylith, which you can (and should!) subscribe to. Other publications can be found in the bookshop.

My first collection of poems, Drift Gestures, is forthcoming from The Lune in September 2023.