POETRY MONTH: Caviar by Sarah Fletcher
intellectual poems that don’t become impersonal
intellectual poems that don’t become impersonal
broken sleep’s second annual anthology
objectively brilliant, yes, but not not not so good for me?
“People eat what they can. They love what can love them back.”
Today we’re (I’m) looking at another poetry magazine. I’m not quite sure if this one is a magazine or ifContinue Reading
is “art writing” poetry? / is “poetry” art writing?
incredibly good popular poetry from Beyoncé’s collaborator
powerful, direct, dignified poems
poetry cannot exist outside of the world
some great love poetry surrounded by trepidatious discussion of someone else’s illness
a fun zine i picked up in the extreme north (Liverpool)
realising i read poetry looking for poets, not poems
latest chapbook from one of my favourite writers
a partial reading from 4/5 years ago, previously unpublished
a masterpiece of contemporary sonnetteering
an excellent anthology from friend of the blog broken sleep books
before a month of all new all poetry reviews, check out a selection from the TotN vaults!
exclusive look at a new poetry film by scott manley hadley!
“it’s great”, he tweeted
brief comments on a collection of kwansabas
some notes on a gorgeous novel
read some dated poetry
some thoughts on a novel you should probably read
short review of a wonderful poetry collection
a fresh anthology that’s worth YOUR attention
Scott Manley Hadley launches Bad Boy Poet.
BOOK LAUNCH TONIGHT NOVEMBER 14TH 2018
Reviewed by Karina Bush
reading some poems in the Spanish desert…
Review by L. Tumbleweed Parker. CW: ableist language
find out what poetry i like and why i write about poopoo
political poetry: what is it good for?
why I owned but didn’t read this book for five years (anger, depression)
a powerful anthology of poetry and prose
a Wide Sargasso Sea for Lolita
chapbook review that turns into me recounting my entire relationship with sex
Scott Manley Hadley on the poetry scene
some inappropriate teenage nostalgia
it’s not love if u pretend they don’t shit
good, serious, accessible poems
this is impressive, i am depressive
v good poems tho a v poor blog post
more tasty contemporary poetry
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”?