Jane Yeh’s The Ninjas
Wandering Stirling Castle this summer, I kept my camera(phone) holstered. In a baronial hall, holidaymakers queued to pose in a high-backed-chair-cum …
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Alison Brackenbury’s Bath cubes on the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival Blog
I’ve been writing little close readings of poems by the poets featuring in the twenty-fifth Aldeburgh Poetry Festival since August, …
Made of Stone – Kay Ryan’s Odd Blocks
When my dad claimed that our cat was a bit stupid, I simmered with fury at his betrayal of a …
I am the invisible man – Olivia McCannon’s Exactly My Own Length
Rush hour is cruel to those going nowhere. To stand frozen as the city wheels about, reconfiguring itself for dinners …
Breathless – David Morley’s Enchantment
Gerard Manley Hopkins was snotty about Oxford’s outskirts. In Duns Scotus’s Oxford, he reserves his praise for the ivory towers …
Poor Rude Lines 