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Feature: Editors Andy Brodie and Hilary Menos on making The Friday Poem accessible to everyone
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Guitar
by Tess Jolly — After the collision of her car with his wheel, / of his small body with the road // and of my world with hers, a stranger / so distraught I found myself comforting her; // after the gathering
Three pamphlets: S. D. Curtis, Sarah Hymas and Geraldine Clarkson
Richie McCaffery reviews Diary of a Divorce by S. D. Curtis, Carla Scarano D'Antonio reviews the hispering by Sarah Hymas, and Hilary Menos reviews Crucifox by Geraldine Clarkson
“I think she is beginning”
Feature: alice hiller on adolescence as self-reclamation beyond sexual abuse in childhood in four poems from bird of winter, shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection 2021
Portrait of the Poet as an Artist
by Chris Edgoose — The Pity was waiting for Michelangelo / in a perfect block of Carrara marble, / and in its carving he learned the weight, / the hang, and the fold of his own heart, / whose hidden dimensions
Heft
In the first of our occasional series on words that have editors reaching for the red pen, Steven Lovatt eviscerates ‘heft’
Body, you are beautiful, you are beautiful
Mat Riches reviews When I Think of my Body as a Horse by Wendy Pratt (Smith|Doorstop, 2021)
On Poets and Prizes
Feature: Who gets what, and why? Juliana Spahr and Stephanie Young look at the poetry awards system in the USA. This article was first published in ASAP/J and is reproduced here under the Creative Commons Attribution License
The End of the Pier Show
by Helen Ivory — Roll up roll up ladies and gentlemen / for this once in a lifetime, once in a deathtime experience / coming to your town for one night only / this five-ring circus of mythic proportions! // Take off
I don’t think Death has used a PlayStation before
Bruno Cooke reviews Hit Points — an anthology of video game poetry, edited by Aaron Kent and Matthew Haigh (Broken Sleep, 2021)
How the flat with the red door swallowed me whole
Lyric Essay: Ways of Looking by Kim Moore
Leonard Cohen’s unknown teacher speaks from his strings
by Amlanjyoti Goswami — I taught him ways to hold time / By his fingertips. // String moments in palm / Repeat pattern. // Park bench, oak and mahogany, / Girls playing tennis