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Olga Pek

  When I regained my faith in poetry...   When I regained my faith in poetry, I started writing prose. Concept was my totemic...
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Alistair Noon

We tracked down the Gods / to their offices by the sea, / behind their unclimbable walls. / So far they’ve refused all our calls.

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Friday Pick: The Best British Poetry 2012

The Best British Poetry 2012 is something that those with an interest in contemporary British poetry really ought to have in their possession...

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Friday Pick: Mathias Nelson’s “Dip My Pacifier in Whiskey”

To call Mathias Nelson's debut collection of poetry Dip My Pacifier in Whiskey intensely autobiographical would be to understate the matter quite considerably.

Bobby Parker

Bobby Parker

My wife leaves the room when I see the moon / because she knows we’re about to lose / some more furniture. Leave the moon alone. / Give us your head; peeled, colourful, half-asleep.

Sarah Marcus

Sarah Marcus

"He pushes his fingers into pulsing temples. When you get like this, / he says, you’re not the person I fell in love with. She thinks / Cleveland could get another chance if people would only / live here. She undresses with her back to him."

Jack Underwood

Jack Underwood

"And since you already have a street in mind and perhaps a breed of dog, / a colour of lead, or the kind of coat the man is wearing, why not become / the man dragging a dead dog on a lead behind you? Why not try..."

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Osip Mandelstam

Peace – that word we deleted / at the start of an injured age, / that lamp in the depths of a cave, / the air in the Alps – is now ether; / an ether we were neither willing / nor even able to breathe.

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