February 2012
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That wasn’t love: that was
you unravelling quietly
– Tanya Shirley, She Who Sleeps With Bones
The problem with island people is they from I-land. Is only I they unstan, not...
– Rahul Bhattacharya, The Sly Company of People Who Care, reviewed at the Caribbean Review of Books.
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Nothing ever comes true.
– Benjamin Paloff, The Politics
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The banished bird spins no horizon.
Yet my eye webs the word.
– W.S. Graham, The Seven Journeys
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My first copy of 'Trick Vessels'
There is something surreal about this.
I held an advanced copy of Trick Vessels, my new book of poems, in my hands for the first time. How strange to hold it! It felt like a fragile miracle. The pages breathed and sang, they blushed as I blushed looking at their fancy text; looking at the words and lines arranged on the page. How amazing to have your work come to life in this way. How...
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Small as you are,
small husband,
is there room in your breast for me
– Nicholas Laughlin, from Small Husband
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About words
“Another thing to remember about words in poems is that they don’t only mean what the dictionary says they mean (denote). They also conjure up in your mind other words and associations, feelings and scraps of memory (particularly of other places and poems where you have encountered the same word in the past), ideas and experiences. This property of words in a poem is known as their...
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In a Blanchisseuse night in April
The sky will open, eventually.
– James Christopher Aboud, Lagahoo Poems
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If only this amber
at heart were enough.
– Christian Campbell, Running the Dusk
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I am your double agent.
I am my own false hope.
– Nicholas Laughlin, from The Strange Years of My Life