ROGAN WOLF A Visit to the Gallery of Gifts The poems reproduced here have been selected from a collection I first put together several years ago. I needed to respond in words to the deaths of three people I loved.…
ANNE STEVENSON Sierra Nevada Landscape without regrets whose weakest junipers strangle and split granite, whose hard, clean light is utterly without restraint, whose mountains can purify and dazzle and every minute excite us, but never can offer us commiseration, never…
SYLVIE MARIE find me Poetry turns paper back into trees – Marie Lundquist find me i’m standing among the others feet planted in a corner knees together my woody trunk rising through my resin pelvis my backbone a stem for…
STEPHEN WILSON Colour-Blind Romance after Lorca’s Romance Sonámbulo How can I love what I cannot see? Green, green, I love you green. Sun on a woodland canopy, how can I see what can’t be seen? Green bird on an olive-branch,…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN [Abstract] In May 1985, I visited Serbia from my home in Cambridge, England, to run a series of poetry writing workshops for pupils in Serbian schools, mostly in their early teens. With my daughter Lara, who was then…
SILVIA PIO (edited by) From Of Animal and Other Meetings by Rogan Wolf, Portugal Prints 2017 High Moments I have seen owls I have seen eagles. We have held meetings of high moment in the same ecstatic world. We have…
From The Loneliness of the Sasquatch, transcreated by Amanda Bell from the Irish of Gabriel Rosenstock. Alba Publishing, 2018 appearing out of mist as from a dream strange creatures the sasquatch rubs her eyes will they flee on seeing me…
