We can leave stylistic and factional dualisms behind by just presenting good...– SJ Fowler
And all their hearts are flame– Euripides
'I am waiting on your letter'
I am waiting on your letter. When it comes I will read it like it is written on your skin, like it is written on a crust of bread. From ‘The Strange Years of My Life’, by Nicholas Laughlin READ a post about postal art in Trinidad and Tobago here.
If you think you hear somebody knocking On the other side of the words, pay No...– W.S. Graham
Water most closely resembles space– Vahni Capildeo, Undraining Sea
I met a traveller from an antique land– Shelley, ‘Ozymandias’
Poetry is colonialism, too– Michael Peverett
It is so cold that dew is like seawater and there is the chilly smell of sweet...– R.F. Langley, Journals
First Girl: stillborn but reincarnated as a shaft of sunlight —which is a trick...– AMY BEEDER, ‘The Minor Characters As They Appear’