Tom Pickard’s FIENDS FELL | Review

  Fiends Fell by Tom Pickard Flood Editions, 2017 224 pages   Reviewed by Joshua Weiner   Tom Pickard's reputation...
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John McCullough

Some months all my thoughts are one colour. / I hit a yellow mood and the world pours out its yolks

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Will you be rich? / What does greedy mean? / Does Sir know Midas, where is he from? What is the goat’s name? / Where does the river go?

John McCullough

And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.

Richie McCaffery

What’s the first thing you do / in a house you suspect haunted? / You sing.

Luke Kennard

Now language is a prison, / true communication is impossible, / our deepest desires remain eternally frustrated. // We are the flies nutting the closed window / next to the open window.

Bobby Parker

I tell cats on the street, 'Hey kitty, she swallowed my cum!' / I told the shy Indian woman in the corner shop, 'Do not be afraid, / for she swallowed my cum!' I even told my mum...

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