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S.T.O.P.

the lack of punctuation gives the reader a choice to stop or carry on at the line breaks Maged Zaher from If Reality Doesn’t Work Out Everything is grey All i can do is experiment with punctuation And resist looking … Continue reading

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Drip Drop Frozen

I was seduced by the cover of the book, I stayed for the words. Chris Banks The Cloud Versus Grand Unification Theory “Reality Check” Trickle- down economics has left us with dribbles Tailored cynicism. And the shoe fits. And so … Continue reading

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Pregnant Pause

Andrew McMillan “Jocasta” playtime the ending… and so I’ve learnt to trust only what I have in this one small room     this square of light this handful of neck     this noose     this table this one short step It’s the combination of line breaks, … Continue reading

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Border Patterns

Pretext, a quotation from Ronald Johnson A Line of Poetry, A Row of Trees “Four Orphic Poems & A Song” […] IV […] ‘Patterns are temporary boundaries’, the moving countries where nothing is seen in isolation. […] Intertext, some source … Continue reading

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Leaf by Leaf by Colour

It could have been laid out as a pair with a caesura: bronze by bronze, crimson by reft crimson or stacked via line breaks: bronze by bronze, crimson by reft crimson but instead we have a stress on “reft” resulting … Continue reading

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Tides: Stasis Betrayed

History dreams. Misplaced urges. Just as you think you can grasp a kernel the poem moves on in a kind of eddying reflective of the wanderings of thought and and its return to wander more. I quote at length the … Continue reading

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Precipitate (Noun)

A single line triumph. Making three look more. By way of enjambement. The concluding lines of “Rain, Rain, Rain” by Don McKay from Apparatus Who understands this tongue? No one. No one and no one and no one. … yet … Continue reading

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Scholarship and Cosmos

From nine first lines The light foot hears you at the edge Thickened light and liquid earth Grail quests in times of plague Instabilities of interminable Fiery inclinations toward obscure Indications of ripened peaches The light at the end of … Continue reading

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Hibiscus syriacus

from James Schuyler “Sonnet” in The Home Book while the trees lean in folds and the rose of Sharon blooms and blooms at each twig and branch tip like a toy tree the lines themselves carry over like the overburdened … Continue reading

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Craft Witnessed

Phoebe Wang is a consummate artist in the selections she makes in the construction of a poem’s small and large features. Take for example some lines from “Custom Design” as published in a chapbook, Hanging Exhibitions from The Emergency Response … Continue reading

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