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Selima Hill wearing a scarf around her neck and a headscarf/bandanna type of thing. It looks good.

Distracted by eyelashes

Steven Lovatt reviews Men Who Feed Pigeons by Selima Hill (Bloodaxe, 2021)

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The Solvent Properties of Water

by Sarah Hymas — We'd been talking about our childhoods, / how foreign they were to the world we navigated now, / yet how, somehow, we were still those girls / who peered under rocks and poked at the cracks

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Archimedes palimpsest, Ancient Greek text on a turquoise and red background

Palimpsest

In the second of our series on over-used words in poetry, Chris Edgoose takes on 'palimpsest'

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Two books with mostly white covers. one cover has a blackened rib, the other a small picture of a blue open door

Essential poetry from Wayleave Press

Richie McCaffery reviews two Wayleave Press pamphlets — Rib by Sharon Black and After by Jane Routh

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Saturday Morning

by Martin Figura — That paving slab the working week / squared away and set to rest, leave them / to their tea, their Chronicle, the felt pen reek / of circled ads, let unencumbered men // go, go, hungover in their dinted vans

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Photo of Rory Waterman wearing a blue sweatshirt, sitting in front of a purple wall.

Sort of Irish and sort of famous

Rory Waterman reveals the story behind his poem 'Like Father'

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Black and white image showing agricultural machinery on a large field with a dark brooding sky, the image has been rotated 90 degrees.

Hearts pressed with aspic

Emma Simon reviews Field Requiem by Sheri Benning (Carcanet, 2021)

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Portrait of my mother as a hop-picker

by Liz Cashdan — She would never have done hop-picking / so this portrait is going to be difficult. / She hated the open air, the sunshine, // meeting up with ordinary folk

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Anne-Marie Fyfe sitting on a wooden boardwalk in Massachusetts. Wearing a red jacket and a white scarf with dark blue stars around her neck.

Castaway Companions

Castaway poet Anne-Marie Fyfe chooses three poems by Emily Dickinson, Robert Lowell and Elizabeth Bishop to take to a desert island

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Slug by Hollie McNish, orange text on a purple background

Slug snog

Bruno Cooke reviews Slug by Hollie McNish (Little, Brown, 2021)

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Reading Banville

by Tim Relf — Cicatrice gets me googling, / as does horrent, minatory and coevals. Ditto deckle, flocculent and satyr. How / can I have got to 50 and not know so many words? How / can I have gone through this

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Pastel picture of a fox, birds, butterflies and a mirror reflecting the sea.

Out of the Blue

Feature: Top prizes aren’t necessarily the preserve of established poets. The Friday Poem talks to five previously unpublished poets who won the biggest poetry competition in the UK

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