Richie McCaffery

Richie McCaffery

  SOLO   What’s the first thing you do in a house you suspect is haunted? You sing. Singing somehow gives you a protective...
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Marvin Bell

THE POEM: Robert Peake on Marvin Bell’s “Wednesday”

Poetry came to me, like it comes to Bell in this poem, as the inkling of something magnificent and otherworldly amidst the everyday drudgery of mundane living. Poetry became the only language that made sense to me. I got up before dawn to read and write, because poetry gave me a reason to throw off the body-warm quilt and face the day.

Andrew F Giles

Andrew F. Giles

Beaks // and wings stick Tom's oscarworn face like butter to the film / in strips criss-crossing the set / ...

David Cooke 4

David Cooke

the bright beads / of his eyes swivelling / remorselessly // from one catastrophe / to another. And this / is what, so far, // has kept him alive

Derek Mahon 2

THE POEM: David Cooke on Derek Mahon’s “The Snow Party”

"What is certainly clear is that ‘The Snow Party’ is a minor masterpiece in which Mahon has gained maximum effect from minimum means by developing one central image."

Richie McCaffery

Richie McCaffery

As a policeman, most of my Grandfather’s ties / were clip-on, so that they would come away / easy as a plucked flower, should someone / try to throttle him. He died, suffocated / in an open necked shirt, the victim / of his own tobacco habit and intransigence.

Annie Brechin

Annie Brechin

You have nothing to do, / so you might as well cut. / But really, there is a lot to do – / texts to be read, the oblation of the essay / the laundry, the washing-up. / Phone so-and-so about such-and-such.

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