by Jo Thompson
Hard to look, hard to understand
the softness of his drowned bones
rocked here by the waters.
How quickly banners can catch alight,
a mumble in the crowd growing up,
becoming certain of itself: the people
want to topple the regime. All’s parched,
and everywhere the green sickens yellow.
Outstretched hands wither into fists.Continue Reading
by Carmina Masoliver
This article reviews three books by writers who occupy both the page and the stage. My first experience of all three of these women was as poets on the stage, yet reading them was entirely different and allows time to mull over the words in a way you can’t necessarily with live performance.
by Alex Valente
Original Italian by Eleonora Pinzuti (1973 – ), ‘declinazione casuale’
Had I read better,
between the folds of chances
the cuneiform tract of the Sybil…
But I was far-sighted,
or maybe deaf,
lacking faithful band or lovely Circe.Continue Reading