Michael Black Michael Black is finishing a PhD at the University of Glasgow, on Virginia Woolf and William Blake. His work in progress writing is most easily accessible online via the poetry journal and forum, Adjacent Pineapple. He was included in an anthology edited by Colin Herd, made for the centenary of the poet Edwin Morgan,Continue reading “Michael Black: Sodastream”
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‘You are so full of spit and blood and it is moving so fast’: Briony Hughes
A Review of ‘and we were so far from the sea of course the hermit crabs were dead’ by Lotte Mitchell Reford Briony Hughes is a AHRC funded doctoral researcher and visiting tutor based at Royal Holloway. She is interested in kinetic movement in language, water bodies, the archive, and site-specific writing. Briony’s publications include Dorothy (BrokenContinue reading “‘You are so full of spit and blood and it is moving so fast’: Briony Hughes”
Jinny Fisher: Ash Music
Note on the text: Bartholomäus Traubeck has invented a method of using a laser to play a tree’s rings as unique digital music.http://traubeck.com/works/years Jinny Fisher Jinny Fisher lives in Glastonbury. Her poems have appeared in numerous print and online magazines, including Lighthouse, Tears in the Fence, Prole, and Ink, Sweat & Tears, and in 2019,Continue reading “Jinny Fisher: Ash Music”
‘crying with unsurety’: Josh Allsop
A Review of three Salò Press chapbooks Josh Allsop is a PhD Creative Writing Researcher and Graduate Teaching Assistant at Durham University, where he is writing on the idea of difficulty in the poetries of Geoffrey Hill and J.H. Prynne. His poetry has been published in Blackbox Manifold, Poetry Birmingham, The Babel Tower Notice Board,Continue reading “‘crying with unsurety’: Josh Allsop”
Andrew Kauffmann: I couldn’t have known
The early-eightiesMiquel Barcelós was en vogue, I couldn’t have knownUncle Barry’s squiggly sketches, there was no pretension involvedThe family ‘artist’Auntie Kikue by his sideSuch colourful eyesHis regular birthday greetings;I suppose art was manifoldBut it was printed on Mum’s apron The mid-eightiesIt’s Grandpa’s birthday, to Edgware we goPristine tatami matsAn offer of slippersEgg and cress, choppedContinue reading “Andrew Kauffmann: I couldn’t have known”
‘no straight path through the universe’: Saskia McCracken
A Review of What Girls Do in the Dark by Rosie Garland Saskia McCracken is a writer and editorial advisor at Osmosis Press. She is completing her doctoral research, on Virginia Woolf’s Darwinian animal tropes, at the University of Glasgow. She is interested in environmental and generically unstable writing. Saskia’s debut pamphlet, Imperative Utopia, isContinue reading “‘no straight path through the universe’: Saskia McCracken”
Richard Carter: Excerpts from Swipe
Richard Carter Richard A Carter is a Lecturer in Digital Media at the University of Roehampton. Carter is interested in examining questions and issues of agency, whether framed as human, nonhuman, or more-than-human, as they manifest within digital art and literature – considering how these generate insights into what it means to perceive, to articulate,Continue reading “Richard Carter: Excerpts from Swipe”
Ben Armstrong: Wire Frame
Leg it over the terrain, let it lie there on the path. Regrout that old word trespass and go mad after the butterflies. Bring a big enough net to womb them all, buy a pole sturdy enough to vault over the tomb. Resample your movements from before. Frisbee that old vinyl against the fascia andContinue reading “Ben Armstrong: Wire Frame”
Mark Valentine: Sea/Jetty (Variations for Sidney Hunt 1)
Note on the text: Sidney Hunt (1896-1940) is a mostly forgotten queer/gay avant-garde poet artist and poet working in interwar London. He wrote arguably the first ever concrete poetry in the UK, mostly for European modernist magazines such as Der Sturm (Berlin), transition (Paris), De Stilj (Amsterdam) and Contimporanul (Bucharest). I rediscovered pieces by himContinue reading “Mark Valentine: Sea/Jetty (Variations for Sidney Hunt 1)”
Ryan Ormonde: After page 34 of ‘simmering of a declarative void’ by Robert Kiely
Rob gave me old horses housed for nothingI know nothing of horsesNowhere near as much as the good gambler The unused ale will go to feed themIf I have that right, or the dry componentsStore houses of meal or mammal await the results Then Rob has it broken for nothingHoused for nothing, broken for nothingandContinue reading “Ryan Ormonde: After page 34 of ‘simmering of a declarative void’ by Robert Kiely”
