Cakewalk by Jericho Brown

My man swears his HIV is better than mine, that his has in it a little gold, something he can spend if he ever gets old, claims mine is full …

Pivot by Andrea Brady

The light that pivots away from us at your point in this year makes you gorgeous and sleep and always returns to you, through the ellipse coloured red for winter. …

Poetry London Mentoring Scheme

Poetry London is pleased to announce the second year of its mentoring scheme, offering the chance for three talented poets to receive 1 year of free one-to-one mentoring from leading …

Thank You for Your Honesty by Sophie Collins

A response to digital prints, animations and texts by Niamh Riordan 1) To disturb reality using its own means and not a subjective interpretation thereof presenting the viewer with an …

The Tempest by Isobel Dixon

After Sarah Pickstone’s painting The Tempest Don’t we all want a green and pure ferocity, the lashing rain to make us naked to ourselves. Thwarted, aslant against our lives, lean …

Saruk Mohajeran by Mark Waldron

Did you not know it was me, when you knelt down to pick up your glove, that it was me in the bristly touch of the carpet? I’d had a …

Creating the Memory Collage by Alice Notley

Because I was mourning Doug so hard      but push out onto page Alma, or The Dead Women      I couldn’t then react too to 9/11      and I have placed it where …

Drinks with Dead Poets – 25 March 2018

It’s the autumn term: tutoring students in poetry in a mysterious village, Glyn’s world is transformed by the arrival of Keats in a country lane; Emily Dickinson and other poets …