SILVIA PIO This is a unique anthology, published in 2013 and sprung from the collaboration between the Human Rights Consortium and the Institute of English Studies, both from the School of Advanced Study, University of London, and the Keats House…
ALAN TRIST Leaves rustling, rustling dance in bond with wind a multitude on each tree in step yet separate Leaves falling, falling the whole airspace twirling, twirling thoughts in resonance refuting separation Leaves scurry, scurry back and forth across the…
PAUL SCOTT DERRICK This offers two bodies of work that have grown from roots planted deep in the ancient Chinese book of wisdom, the I Ching (or Book of Changes). It isn’t my purpose to interpret or to apply any…
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…
NADIA ANJUMAN No desire to open my mouth, what should I sing of . . . ? I, who am hated by life. no difference to sing or not to sing. Why should I talk of sweetness, when I feel…
JONATHAN BOULTING DURAMEN for Nicole d’Amonville Alegría Olive acacia fig orange banana pine cypress lemon palm carob holly-oak – the truth about trees is this (in summer especially): unless, inescapable, one comes to pluck, prune or hack, their interests lie…
BILL LEWIS Apple Pickers 1940 As they work, above them a Spitfire takes on a Messerschmitt. The daily dog fights of the Autumn days of nineteen forty. The Spit like a great broken Bird comes down in the orchard. The…
