There Are More Beautiful Things Than Beyoncé by Morgan Parker
v good poems tho a v poor blog post
v good poems tho a v poor blog post
so much depends upon triumphofthenow.com
more tasty contemporary poetry
hear my voice, reacquaint yourselves with my fallibility
love love love love love love love
slowly, book by book, i realise what i like
very very good Argentine poems
finally some really bloody good poems
why are poets so obsessed with outside?
is “good” poetry bad and “bad” poetry “good”?
bienvenido a la triumphofthenow.com poetry season 2018
poetry review PLUS why I am now a poet
a literary lifestyle novelist in the GUM clinic
a book about an unfamiliar struggle
Imagine if the songs in Rocky Horror were shit
A new episode, a new place: Sheffield
live by the river
Chris Jones speaks about a hyper male environment.
if sex sells who’s buying
Great poems from an EU Prize winner; the peripatetic blogger continues to splinter
Angry poetry from the badlands of the East Midlands.
A British woman considers the life of her Rwandan husband and his country.
Poems about sad, lonely, englishmen
A book that describes itself as “Ian Fleming meets Rimbaud”
home of the lo-fi magazine web series
driving myself crazy / reading books about the motorway
A glimmer of hope: I am almost able to read in Spanish.
This isn’t a real review of a real book, IT’S SCOTT ON SOCIAL ANXIETY!!!
The publishing industry has fucked over Kate Tempest.
Another book of poetry from up-and-coming indie publisher Morbid Books.
because white men can’t / police their imagination / black men are dying
I met a stranger off the internet and he gave it to me.
The life and memories of Walt Whitman, focusing on war and nature.
Morris is a dream-weaving Corbynista, whose acknowledgement of a sad truth mis-sees it as a solvable problem.
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