PAUL DONOVAN applauds an intriguing multi-layered depiction, dominated by a stunning impersonation of Marilyn herself
I DISCOVERED Ellen Bass’s poem, Birdsong from My Patio, during the first British lockdown.
My garden hedge was stuffed with sparrows who seemed to always be singing. I expected to see and hear them in this poem too and, at first, I did: “I’ve never heard this much song, trills pure as crystal bells.”
However, images of “acid rain,” “pesticides,” “contaminated insects” and “thin-shelled eggs” moved swiftly in.
ADAM J SMITH casts an admiring eye over the noble tradition of satirical impersonations in British politics
Hot and dry conditions are threatening British species unequipped for drought, explains PAUL ASHTON
Rising temperatures and human activity are making life far harder for these vital pollinators. ALEX DITTRICH explains
JOSEPHINE BARBARO welcomes a diverse anthology of experiences by autistic women that amounts to a resounding chorus, demanding to be heard



