David Cooke Reviews Peter Daniels and Roy Marshall

Bringing together poems written over a period of more than twenty years, Counting Eggs is Peter Daniels’ first full length collection which he has now published at the age of fifty seven.  However, Daniels is no late starter. Since the early nineteen nineties he has...

Christopher Barnes

Brainer This blanched anteroom’s irksome, A shrine to Edison ’s trails With cats and dogs. Squishy seals, a queasy camera-lens. Crabbedness of scalding muscle. Water-salt that sopped electrodes Is dust.  You have passed into a frame. The body streams As life empties....

Ben Stainton

Kitchen oh my love in a saucepan of soup we tryst again sell me the basis of frost, say ‘you and your fonts can freak out on pot’ i expect you may be right. violence begins in the home oh dear with a neutered animal raised on genetics        my baby there...

Valerie Morton

Overnight   An exquisite architect steals through the window tiptoes across our borders and creates a beaded shanty home hung with dew.   But you shudder at such perfect cunning, slam the casement on my rapture and just like that blow it away.    ...

Brian Johnstone

The Whip Hand   Believing in the possibility of showtime on the move, that the sound of circus music blaring   from the speakers on the roof means more than silver in my pocket, pegs to hammer home,   I stake out another pitch and flatten grass: for...