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Conrad at 160: three poems by Steven J Fowler
The year 2017 has been declared ‘The Year of Joseph Conrad’ by the Polish Government to celebrate Conrad’s 160th birthday. To mark this, a poetic celebration of Conrad will take […]
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Conrad at 160: ‘Notes Towards a Poem’ by Agnieszka Studzinska
The year 2017 has been declared ‘The Year of Joseph Conrad’ by the Polish Government to celebrate Conrad’s 160th birthday. To mark this, a poetic celebration of Conrad will take […]
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‘Somewhere’: a poem by John Fuller
Somewhere Somewhere I once belonged. Who knows where? But like the map englobed My journey’s clear. I must find out. I must go there. For the past is space […]
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‘Twickenham Garden’: a poem by Andrew McNeillie
Twickenham Garden We say it still, asking each other how many poems do you know by heart? Meaning how many can you recite from memory and something more implying […]
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Ahren Warner – Three Poems – PDF download
Ahren Warner Three Poems
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Black Lagoon – Abigail Parry
Black Lagoon ‘Even I, Lucas, have heard the legend of a man-fish.’ But what did they tell you, Lucas? Out of the murk and mystery – was I all […]
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Seersucker – Will Burns
Seersucker The seersucker suit turns down a drink. I’ve seen you drinking wine before though, someone says. Chicken and onions, talk of his Soho… receding, recession. It’s a plain […]
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Kindness I Suppose – Will Burns
Kindness I Suppose These were the days pitched from morning straight into night, the days of vodka 7s in the shower, of you bringing the first good guitar any […]
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Translation – Sean O’Brien
Translation No, we were never introduced, Yet she and I were long acquainted. I know all her ways and all The tunes this pale usurper sings To those she […]
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Poussin’s ‘Landscape with a Man Killed by a Snake’ – Ranjit Hoskote
Poussin’s ‘Landscape with a Man Killed by a Snake’ Lying there. Just knotted and crushed by speckled coils. A whistling snap and bite. I could have sworn I saw […]
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Black Water – Eduardo C Corral
Black Water I spit his name out & four wolves appear. Black, eyes silvery, ears skinned & tense. They thrash their tails twice then rush toward me. A dark […]
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Fresco – Fiona Sampson
Fresco Those long-dead painters must have thought it was impossible to remake the world however tender the flowers and birds they left lightly suspended in tempera whose modest visible […]
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Late – Fiona Sampson
Late Not much use saying then I was busy I was asked as if to suggest there were orders I only followed useless afterwards when you find it was […]