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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Sylvia Banham
Pigeons have invaded the garden, two then four, then a flock.
They roost in the apple tree to nest, reconnoitre or mate
ignore my sorties to deter them and shit without stint
on patio and herb bed, foul lovely hyssop and thyme.
Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri
What matters now is the feast of this survival.
The glory of our own light, black light.
Look at us: the deeper the root, the sweeter the juice.
Glory of the blacker berry, split wide open to the sun.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
‘Reimagination of Gravity’ by Paul Chuks is July’s Pick of the Month! Read and Hear it Here.
This poem was as unexpected as a story plot! I loved it.
Wonderful way of observation
Word & Image
Jonathan Edis
Like macabre isobars
the plaster cast lines
of the Old Doctor’s hand
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor
Nerve Music
Sometimes I’m jittery
like this jittering
nervousness appears
as a tremor from somewhere
distant far away inside
and I’m on edge
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
‘Reimagination of Gravity’ by Paul Chuks is July’s Pick of the Month! Read and Hear it Here.
This poem was as unexpected as a story plot! I loved it.
Wonderful way of observation
Word & Image
Jonathan Edis
Like macabre isobars
the plaster cast lines
of the Old Doctor’s hand
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor
Nerve Music
Sometimes I’m jittery
like this jittering
nervousness appears
as a tremor from somewhere
distant far away inside
and I’m on edge
Previously featured
Sylvia Banham
Pigeons have invaded the garden, two then four, then a flock.
They roost in the apple tree to nest, reconnoitre or mate
ignore my sorties to deter them and shit without stint
on patio and herb bed, foul lovely hyssop and thyme.
Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri
What matters now is the feast of this survival.
The glory of our own light, black light.
Look at us: the deeper the root, the sweeter the juice.
Glory of the blacker berry, split wide open to the sun.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
’Twas a long summer of thin air by Jayant Kashyap is the IS&T Pick of the Month for May 2021
READ AND HEAR THE POEM HERE. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the near-apocalyptic world we are living in, the raging pandemic, the creep of global warming. Maybe it’s simply the depth, beauty and...
Celestine Stilwell’s ‘Little boy dream’ is the IS&T Pick of the Month for April 2021
READ and HEAR their poem here. ‘Beautiful... and provoking’ Add memories of ‘long lost summers, childhood curiosity and innocence’ to that as well as an excellent metre, rhythms, imagery and...
‘Sunday Mornings’ by Sally Festing is the March 2021 Pick of the Month.
It was so so close and rather like a race in which first one contender and then the other edges out into the lead. But in the end it was Sally Festing’s ‘Sunday Mornings’ which triumphed, its...
Reviews
Andrew McDonnell reviews ‘Fresh Out of The Sky’ by George Szirtes
Mary Borden, in her forward to her WW1 modernist memoir of prose poems, The Forbidden Zone, writes how her pieces are fragments of 'a great confusion'. The poems that make up a great part of...
Pat Edwards reviews ‘Be Feared’ by Jane Burn
Living in such a digital age, it is increasingly rare to not at least know something about a writer even before we read their work. I wanted to try to approach this collection by Jane Burn as...
Ra Sh reviews Sanjeev Sethi’s Wee Book ‘Bleb’
In just 31 wee poems of 10 lines each, Sanjeev Sethi, an Indian poet, creates a monumental work of grace from raw feelings. The themes are all too familiar, but the little chambers they...