The Friday Poem
A poem every Friday
by Maryann Corbett — It was, he first explains, a summer job. / The sort you ordinarily forget — / work-study, during graduate school. His task / was hauling the condemned away for burning / or rending limb from limb. Not people, no, / but books
D.A. Prince reviews Old Friends by Hannah Lowe (Hercules Editions, 2022)
This month, to celebrate a year of voicing opinion, we asked our reviewers to tell us a bit about how, when and why they came to write / review poetry, and what they do when they just can’t get on with writing a Friday Poem review
We know that the more astute and observant Friday Poem readers will have been wondering WTF or even WTAF has been going on with the monthly editorial photos ...
I got into poetry at school. I remember one hot sweaty day my English teacher saying that kind of weather always made her think of murder ...
I took a fairly predictable teenage route into poetry, discovering Dylan Thomas and falling under his spell ...
I had a succession of very engaging English teachers. For 'A' level, our texts included Robert Lowell and Donne, both of whom I really enjoyed ...
I got into poetry by accident. I remember writing some sort of rhyming thing around the age of five ...
It's hard to remember a time when poetry didn't delight me. I'm enchanted by the possibilities of language ...
While studying Comparative Literature at Queen Mary University of London I regularly performed on the spoken word circuit in London, competed in poetry slams ...
I like poetry that keeps the lid on AND lets the pig out ...
I've enjoyed poetry since studying it at school — the War Poets and Elizabeth Jennings left a particular impression ...
