Wild Court

An international poetry journal based in the English Department of King’s College London

  • ‘Parts of us regenerate, others don’t’: On Dan O’Brien

    ‘Parts of us regenerate, others don’t’: On Dan O’Brien

          James Peake    The photojournalist and Pulitzer-prize winner, Paul Watson, is a friend, collaborator and in “complicated ways, almost family” to the poet and playwright Dan O’Brien. He tells O’Brien that “people don’t notice how quickly we die”. You might expect such from someone who has successfully reported on some of the…

  • A poem from ‘A Separate Appointment’ by Rebecca Farmer

    A poem from ‘A Separate Appointment’ by Rebecca Farmer

      The poem below appears in Rebecca Farmer’s new pamphlet, A Separate Appointment, published by New Walk Editions on 16th November. Rebecca will be launching A Separate Appointment jointly on Zoom with William Thompson and his pamphlet, After Clare, at 7pm UK time on the 16th. Register here. ‘Meeting Cary Grant in St Ives’ first…

  • Peter Redgrove: Dreaming in a Wakeful World

    Peter Redgrove: Dreaming in a Wakeful World

    Peter Redgrove, sometime in the 1970s          John Greening discusses Peter Redgrove and his poetry. Based on a talk given to mark the fiftieth anniversary of Falmouth Poetry Group on 17th September 2022.      Peter Redgrove (1932-2003) would have been ninety this year. According to his biographer, Neil Roberts, he did…

  • On ‘Moving Day’ by Jenny King

    On ‘Moving Day’ by Jenny King

        Regina Weinert   “Jenny King was born in London during the Blitz and wrote poetry from childhood”, start the short biographical notes in King’s second and third pamphlets, Tenants and Midsummer, published by smith-doorstop in 2014 and 2020 respectively. Her first pamphlet, Letting the Dark Through, appeared in 1981 from the Mandeville Press. Fortunately, we now have…

  • Two poems by Jack Warren

    Two poems by Jack Warren

    Photo by Ahmed Zayan on Unsplash       from Five Poems for Mushrooms         Collared Earth Star   Undeterred by lax mornings of noiseless rain. I renew an infatuation with the wild plum and the amanita, trudging through the forest floor searching for the revelation of a shared frailty. Allow me…

  • ‘All our past lives’: on Emily Berry’s ‘Unexhausted Time’

    ‘All our past lives’: on Emily Berry’s ‘Unexhausted Time’

        Nicola Healey   I have long admired the way Emily Berry’s poetry handles complex thought, not just feeling, within carefully considered sentences, her intelligent sensitivity to our interior lives, and her attention to the idiosyncratic, often overlooked, details of living, but Unexhausted Time (Faber, 2022) is my favourite of her collections to date.…

  • Three poems by Daniel Bennett

    Three poems by Daniel Bennett

    Photo by Krišjānis Kazaks on Unsplash           Chris’s Room   When Auden bought his first home- a farmhouse in Kirchstetten- he wept tears of happiness for the days of impermanence he was able to relinquish, the simple anticipation of place. And I have never been far from the routine of cheap…

  • Two poems by Kate Behrens

    Two poems by Kate Behrens

      Photo by 青 晨 on Unsplash           CT Scan   When x-rayed in slices, at least an idea of wholeness shrinks into blatant meat: bone, blood, thickenings and masses, shunted back and forth. Once, you smelt how surgical holes in childish skin reduced us to mortal. Fascinating raw depths: but…

  • On ‘High Desert’ by André Naffis-Sahely

    On ‘High Desert’ by André Naffis-Sahely

        Richie McCaffery   It’s been a long time since I enjoyed a collection of poetry as much as André Naffis-Sahely’s new offering, High Desert (Bloodaxe, 2022). That said, ‘enjoy’ isn’t quite the mot juste, for while there is at times dark humour here, these are unapologetically serious poems about serious subjects. Perhaps it’s…

  • On ‘Glut’ by Ramona Herdman

    On ‘Glut’ by Ramona Herdman

        Matthew Stewart   It might initially seem snide or negative to suggest that a poet’s work is best represented by their idiosyncratic use of one specific punctuation mark, as if the reviewer were hinting at a tic, the reoccurrence of which has failed to be spotted and excised during the editorial process. However,…

  • Two poems by Paul Stephenson

    Two poems by Paul Stephenson

    Photo of Tbilisi by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash       Climbing Tbilisi   Above the brick-domed baths of Abanotubani, rare trees ache with invasion and enemy grab. City spreads, leavened and rising like khachapuri, its rooftops woven, a red and brown kilim. In the butterflied grasses, local teens lay about making out in telescopic…

  • ‘V.E. Day’: a poem by Sally Festing

    ‘V.E. Day’: a poem by Sally Festing

    V.E. Day in Selwyn Road, Cambridge. Author pictured in back row, third from the left.       V.E. Day   She holds a finger to her chin. Flowers bind her hair. White tablecloths stretch endless invitation. Flags fly. Plum trees pink the pavements and she’s stumbling into sun, brother a sweep, her sister a…

  • On ‘Summer/Break’ by Richie McCaffery

    On ‘Summer/Break’ by Richie McCaffery

          Declan Ryan   Richie McCaffery’s third collection, Summer/Break (Shoestring, 2022), is one of quiet peril. Everywhere one looks there is a quest, however forlorn, for salvation, a desperation and sense of shipwreck, belied by – or at least running counter to – the poet’s formal and syntactical control. In apparently calm, usually conversational…

  • On ‘Central Air’ by George Bilgere

    On ‘Central Air’ by George Bilgere

        Neil Elder   In America, George Bilgere is widely published and revered, winner of a Pushcart Prize and a regular in many of the best journals. How his work has not managed to cross the Atlantic is a mystery, given the fact that his themes and concerns are universal, his poetry sings with clarity.…

  • Three poems by Camille Francois

    Three poems by Camille Francois

    Photo by Mediocre Studio on Unsplash           She puts away childish things   Early mornings – I would turn no light on, open no curtain, and force whatever little light the letters held to my eyes. I loved this most – reading against the dark. So really, it should be no…

  • Three translations of Osip Mandelstam

    Three translations of Osip Mandelstam

        Alistair Noon writes: Osip Mandelstam (1891–1938) grew up in St. Petersburg and published his first book, Stone, in 1913. One more volume followed before he began encountering publishing difficulties in the Soviet Union. He wrote poetry, prose, and children’s verse, and also translated (chiefly from French), if largely as a necessity rather than…

  • ‘Not Harlem but Close’: a poem by Idman Omar

    ‘Not Harlem but Close’: a poem by Idman Omar

    Photo by Ben Allan on Unsplash         Not Harlem but Close   The place that produced me was heavy as the heavens. Its tiger tooth pinched monthly, sinking into us one bill at a time we emptied our pockets and dreams into a concrete bowl and ate the contents. The ceiling peeled,…

  • ‘Aged’: a poem by Stuart Henson

    ‘Aged’: a poem by Stuart Henson

              Aged   I’m thinking again of Gallagher’s strat. You can’t get that sweated scrubbed-out look from a custom shop, and you can’t cheat it down like some shabby-chic with a sanding-block. Just the road-house hours—in the clubs with the crowd and the guys with real chops. And drinking too much.…

  • ‘Silence’: a poem by Jack Houston

    ‘Silence’: a poem by Jack Houston

    Photo by bennoptic on Unsplash           Silence   A squirrel scampers the wall of the nature reserve In this idyll I’m not sure I fully deserve, Four moorhens, the family of swans, And from a thicket a robin in full song, Two young humans sharing a kiss, And here floating, alone,…

  • Two poems by Tim Scott

    Two poems by Tim Scott

              The Form of an Armoured Car (Belfast, 1977)   A Saracen’s squat tonnage shudders through the lines of flat-faced houses. Its heartbeat pulses on their window panes as soldiers scatter into pre-established patterns: defilade, enfilade, duck and cover, run. Boots clatter over cobblestones. An officer shouts. His public school English…