sometimes I wish we could pick the drizzle and make peace with the relics of Vegas; one old guy tiptoes arpeggios my way muttering almost immediately: shoul’ be makin’ tracks …
Catcher (Hugh McMillan)
(In his log, D. A. Mowat, keeper at Killantringan Lighthouse, Wigtownshire, records counting 293 moths near his lamp on the night of 19th September 1913.) I imagine sailors watching the …
At Arms’ Length (Ceinwen Hall)
Artist’s Statement: Though Hall treats her subject with apparent frankness through her realistic style and the use of photographs on which she bases her paintings, the images retain a considerable …
Distant Music (Dominic Christopher)
Ella Meagher strode down the corridor of the Bon Marche building in the Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences. Her long skirt billowed and threatened to trip her up. Her …
Marked (Jane Frank)
At the festival I saw Bukowski’s bluebird tattooed on a shapely leg, YAWP on an inner wrist. I’m sure it’s important to know we must write so as not to …
An Imitation of Catullus (Ben Hession)
My dear, you have no ethical dealer – if you must make him a lover, be honest: your heart will simply whore you, short changing your dignity. But you’re a …
Black Pomegranate (Saba Vasefi)
In my father’s garden you pick a black pomegranate and when I open my pocket for you to place the fruit there, you look at me with a fervent stare. You …
Pachinko Sunsets and Concrete Flamingos: poems by David Gilbey and Mark Roberts
Australian Studies Conference, Hachioji, Tokyo (David Gilbey) There are no seats on the shinkansen to Tokyo so I stand for 300 kilometres, suspended, at more than 200 kph, clambering the …
Claiming Ground in the Imagination of Place: Martin Langford’s Ground
Ground is Martin Langford’s latest book and it features on its cover a black-and-white photograph of cloud. In choosing this clever image, Puncher & Wattmann’s cover designer Matthew Holt is …
Cheep Cheep (David Adès)
Maybe all the pin-downable things have been pinned, framed on walls like a collector’s set of old butterflies, and we can all regress now in a stew of ancient enmities, …