I am a Bird Now – Liz Berry’s Black Country
Gormley’s Angel of the North feels like a guardian. Angels were not always sanitized cuties, flitting about on Tinkerbell wings. Exodus offers …
Tag Archives: poems
Bullet in the Head – Frederick Seidel’s Nice Weather
Last summer was filled with the poetry of Terrance Hayes and notably with his Friday: Poem. Like the outrageous conceits of Donne’s …
Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes: Penny Boxall’s Ship of the Line
Façades do not present us at our best, no matter how carefully coiffured, or disarmingly déclassé. Take Oxford’s Sheldonian Theatre: as …
Urban Hymns – Joseph Horgan’s & Antony Owen’s The Year I Loved England
BEFORE THE RAIN CAME Our ring road is a forced marriage of IKEA sky once held together by medieval beams. …
Counting the Stars: Richard Osmond’s Variant Air
Curtal sonnet on the curtal sonnet In crystal, snowflakes, frost, a tight-furled sunflower’s spiral of hulls, a floret of broccoli’s …
Find the River – Tom Chivers’ Flood Drain
Oxford’s Donnington Bridge had a witty voice. As the university’s boat clubs fought for supremacy, they’d paint its arches, often with …
My bloody valentine – Richard Osmond’s Shill
I’ll not succumb to the radiation emanating from the cultural Chernobyl that is Disneyland Paris just because I’m a parent. …
History Repeating: David Attwooll’s & Andrew Walton’s Ground Work
Back in prehistory, before we started buying music online, early adopters had to copy and paste album artwork (from a niche website …
Dan O’Brien’s War Reporter
The Guardian’s coverage of the 2004 Madrid train bombings was the first time that I considered the burden shouldered by …
Amplified Heart – Sue Rose’s Heart Archives
I surfaced gently from sleep and, for a befuddled moment, stretched and relaxed. Then I noticed that I was lying …
Poor Rude Lines 