Alan Humm reviews "Ghost Passage"
How can a writer make the past come alive? Compellingly alive, I mean, so that we feel rubbed up against the rawness of its reality....
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Mark Russell: three poems
God I had a few shots the previous night, so when Landita Mitrova joked that she had only two more PowerPoint presentations to show us, I...
J.P. Seabright: a poem
The moment he left the wall he was done for, they were on him from every side They swarmed round. In the course. I could see. They were...
Finola Scott: a poem
Signposts Once in Eire I asked directions. The soft-shirted man with sky-bright eyes reassured me: Sure it's grand. I know it well. Go...
Peter Donnelly: a poem
Drudwen I saw them once at Aberystwyth Pier, before I knew what a murmuration was, or even that they were starlings, never mind their...
Gordon Taylor: a poem
Statistics What are the odds of a man asking you to dance or a flower opening before your eyes blood mixing with water pearls in vinegar...
Agnes Marton: a poem
At the sound of the first trumpet... You're a clay trumpet in the shape of a man. I watch your lips with subtitles on. Is it just me or...
Fran Lock: a poem
Tzebua "Is my heritage to me like a hyena's lair? Go assemble all the wild beasts, bring them to devour." Jeremiah 12:09 Thus,...
Richard Skinner: a poem
Snow² The room was a tangerine. Do you remember? As long ago as that Thursday evening when you and I climbed through the bay window...
Jamie O'Halloran: a poem
Rose which signifies joy in the midst of penance —The Baltimore Catechism Too weak for blood, Rose is pale cousin To...
Anna Saunders: a poem
A Warning to the Fisher King Night is a black cape thrown open to reveal the white-dove moon. You toss the net with a sorcerer's...
Tim Relf: a poem
Brave I once got on a bus in Woodstock, New Brunswick, and rode for two days solid south to Atlanta, Georgia. It's a go-to story when I'm...
Uma-Thandeka Muhwati: a poem
Here is another poem that you might have missed. He whispered so the bathroom walls carry the scent of decaying argwood and burnt sage/...
Phil Miller: a poem
Deepdale It can be felt before it is seen: the old brown river, an unburied body alive in its self-dug grave in the ancient trees....
Sam Henley Smith: a poem
A familiar route I've researched it on the internet, how to brace my back between wall and chair my right leg slightly forward, knees...
Tom Phillips: a poem
In a time of fragility The porcelain town barely survives. Its crowds are banned. It lacks bells and cars and footsteps. Even a dog's...
Steve Shepherd: two poems
1974 jason sits for hours blonde hair curtaining his downturned face eyes fixed on the pale refracted bait intended for the eel he alone...
Elaine Beckett: a poem
Bodhisattva 6th century bronze figurine R.A.A. "Bronze" exhibition. Between Uma with her semi-precious stones and Venus examining her...
Julie-ann Rowell: a poem
Cannabis Two drops under the tongue; the taste of herbs. I've taken the high step: CBD and THC. My clinician said, "Fine. Try it." I wait...
Michael Ray: a poem
Head down New year, blue-chipped gravel, the hill under black tar, ice; where I hide, breathe long white clouds. Corrugated sheds, a...
Sheila Jacob: a poem
Gerard Manley Hopkins Burns His Early Poems He offers them, page by page, to pincers of flame. Purple, Keatsian verse penned at Highgate...
Charlie Baylis: a poem
martian fruit the sun shines on her leaves serves you coffee and oranges in her boat on the loch calm down and let the words come a...
Veronica Aaronson: a poem
Death came so close it grazed my skin magicked my shoulder blades to wings and I flew to where I couldn't say but in the few moments I...
Mark Doty: a poem
Little George ...barks at whatever is not the world as he prefers to know it: trash sacks, hand trucks, black hats, canes and hoods,...
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