EWAN KOTZ got to the Jacaranda Baltic in Liverpool only to be taken by strong songwriting of the emerging all-women Lime Garden
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Er cof am Gareth
by Hywel Griffiths
JOHN GREEN relishes the record of a life well lived in the service of the fight for justice and socialism
The Star's critics ANDY HEDGECOCK and MARIA DUARTE review The Blue Trail, Kiss of the Spider Woman, Colours of Time, Glenrothan
CHRIS SEARLE on Mike Westbrook who died aged 90
STEVE JOHNSON speaks to JIM MORAY about an album that marks 25 years since his first
DENNIS BROE observes how cutbacks, mergers and AI create content detached from both reality and history itself
Ers duo’r Seren Fore
mae un llen drom yn ei lle;
llen rhyngom a’r ymgomiau,
eto yn mudo’r dramâu.
Erys llwyfan, a baner,
erys yr hwyl, erys her
i’n bythol anobeithio:
erys ei ewyllys o.
Ar y cwm mae geiriau’r co
yn aros, a disgleirio;
yn y dweud, onid ydyw,
y mae’r Seren Fore’n fyw.
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