Try mph To Payney, Tinpan, JJ, Tom P., Tom C., Col, Ry, Peewee I know the car I would most love to own: Well red, early seventies TR6, That beautiful, British-built, roadster mix, Boldly bearing the boxed badge of renown – Great jewel in Triumph’s commercial crown – Two point five litre, manual, straight-six, Mint … Read more
Advisory Epistle From Literature Quangocrat after Alexander Pope About my person, I at all times carry a bowl of re-heated cocktail sausages and a completed application form asking that I be better funded next year. I only read novels which interrogate the relationship between gout and Islamist terrorism, translated from the obligatory French; and poets … Read more
At the end of 2019, I wrote: In these times it is perhaps inevitable that people will want to write poems about climate change, or Twitter and politics. But poetry knows in its heart, what has already ended inside your consciousness, to which you and the world are gradually catching up. In the greatest poems … Read more
Rooftop Blues I could go for a quick smoke on the roof, the steel vent pipe snaking its lobed edges toward the window, hear the incidental music of engines snarl up from Richmond Street, relentless as diesel. Maybe, just maybe, I see people for what we are and want no part in it? Spilled lighter … Read more
Sammy Jay, 30, grew up in Oxford and in Ireland by the sea. He works as a rare book dealer with Peter Harrington of London, tending to their literature department with an interest in poetry in particular. He has been writing since he can remember, and is working on his first collection.
Back in the 1990s, you may not believe this, even if you actually lived through that decade it’s hard to believe it now, but people went about in all kinds of crazy outfits: fake fur, feathers, sequins, lycra, metallics, colour-change intelligent fabric, you name it. Not for Pride or a summer festival, but for everyday. … Read more
Translation By Sally McCorry January 1st The first of January is always a special day. It’s as if everybody is suffering from a delicious jet lag to enjoy slowly. I, on the other hand, left my house at eight thirty in the morning, I don’t know why. Perhaps I just wanted to … Read more
What is it they say about going bankrupt? Slowly at first, and then all at once. As we crossed the precinct yard and I saw the scale of the operation in real terms, the vehicles crowded into rows, still more throbbing outside, as I heard all those boots, I knew the slow part was coming … Read more
The Resistance I never knew what they really felt how they survived the one world we shared across layers of fear and indifference never grasped the bold grip of hatred that sears the eye and numbs the mind of the last shreds of decency never expected that the good would outlast all this in a … Read more
Black Vulture You loom at Madzharovo then at Bosilovo roost at Kalanjevo. Black pilgrim cowl of the air crossing these skies, come, we are prone and torn, numbed, expecting your news. https://soundcloud.com/cassandra-voices/2020-04-13-t02-23-01pm-benkeatinge Cormorants at Dojran Lake The fisher Christs are drying their wings a great white pelican gawps and gives a wide September yawn a … Read more