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“The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.  For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.”

— Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur

Articles in the Frip

Do poets need their own union?

Do poets need their own union?

What power do we have, as poets, individually or collectively? Do we need our own union? And what would a union campaign for, or against?
three book covers in a fan shape, one has blue and grey vertical stripes, one has a pattern of hexagonal cells a bit like a hive with a black and white bee on it, one is green with a painting of a mother and daughter

Three pamphlets: Gillingham, Payne and Rouf

Rachael Matthews reviews The Human Body is a Hive by Erica Gillingham, Richie McCaffery reviews The Wax Argument by Steven Payne, and Bruno Cooke reviews House Work by Khadija Rouf
abstract image of a blurred blue head on a blue background with yellow red and green leaf like paint splurges running down the left hand side

One kid looking on in wonder

Matthew Stewart explores Ben Wilkinson’s poetic development and looks at his new collection, Same Difference (Seren, 2022)
Shocking pink background with a drawing of two demons stabbing a bearded figure the bearded figure is lying on the ground and has a halo

A dark shape from the sun

Rob A. Mackenzie reviews Dead Souls by Sam Riviere (Weidenfeld & Nicolson, 2021)
Lorna with short gray hair, she is wearing glasses.

Ups and Downs

In Conversation: Lorna Dowell talks about her first teachers at school, setting up Poetic Licence, and how creative expression is key to general well-being and mental health
A clump of light green moss on a black background

Mosses and dunlins, lichens and curlew, light and water

Carl Tomlinson reviews what is near by Kay Syrad (Cinnamon Press, 2021)
Black and white picture of William looking directly at the camera. He is balding and wearing glasses, he has a black sweater.

The hail clanjamfrie’s singin

Regina Weinert writes in memory of William Bonar (1953-2021)



Photo by Kim Ayres
Four people dressed in sparkly festival gear, one with a blue suit covered in white clouds.They are screaming with joy and waving neon coloured glow sticks. Party on!

I could have been betterer. Et-fucking-cetera

Hilary Menos reviews Miracle Theatre’s Everyman, adapted by Carol Ann Duffy, at the Princess Pavillion, Falmouth
Photo of Sarah, she has short dark brown hair and is wearing a thin blue scarf and a blue linen top.

Castaway Companions

Castaway poet Sarah Wimbush chooses poems by Ted Hughes, Liz Berry and Paul Bentley to take to a desert island
Two book covers, both have faces on, both looking roughly towards the centre of the image. The left hand image has an head drawn with lots of wavy green lines on a black background, the right hand shows a woman's head mostly hidden by a cloud, we can see her lips and chin and one shoulder.

Poems of witness

Emma Simon reviews The Underlook by Helen Seymour (Smith|Doorstop, 2021) and The Thoughts by Sarah Barnsley (Smith|Doorstop, 2021)

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