OLGA MARKELOVA 1. That night all the trees in the capital city set out on a crusade – the single-footed, the many-fingered, the curly-canopied and those stripped bald, those stunted and bark-bared, those wire-throttled, and those cemented up to their…
PAUL SCOTT DERRICK Ian Sharp (b. 1954 in Louth, Lincolnshire) is an undiscovered talent. Except for a smattering of local exhibitions in the city of Valencia, where he lived from 1984 till 1996, and a few more in the seaside…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN For Alastair Reid Finnegan wakes and walks in briny air. Gulls wheel and gannets dive. The cliffs are bare. The coast is clear. And nobody is there. He’d dreamed a corner of his dream again might touch his…
SYLVIE MARIE find me Poetry turns paper back into trees – Marie Lundquist find me i’m standing among the others feet planted in a corner knees together my woody trunk rising through my resin pelvis my backbone a stem for…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN 1. Dispassionate morning greets me. I breathe into rain-sounds, sleep-filled, dream-billowed. My flat roof creaks, pitter-patters. 2. It holds above me. The world that bears me confirms it’s in place. 3. But dreaming hasn’t done with me, still…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN These four texts are to be published, with others, in Imagems 2, by Shearsman Books (Bristol, June 2019). Imagems is an ongoing series of twelve-point statements on poetics. Some of these texts blur the distinctions between theory and…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN 1. Who is not in exile. We make and remake poems and songs, so that we may go home again. To this making there is no end. 2. Home is by definition where mine is shared with you…
