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Author of memoir Call Mother a Lonely Field. Haiku poet (first collection Belfast Twilight forthcoming from Salmon Poetry in 2025). Director of IMRAM Féile Litríochta Gaeilge/Irish-language Literature Festival.
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Glasgow sonnet by Charles Lang, from his wonderful début collection The Oasis.

a starling scurries in the shade mother's ghost

Tanka sequence by Debbie Strange.

Can't recommend this book enough - magical collection of tanka sequences, each comprising three poems. They are all beautifully poised, lyrical, cutting deep into emotion, some are dream-like and surreal. Seriously, check it out.

'To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public.' - Franklin D Roosevelt May 7, 1918

Keir Starmer is the worst leader the Labour Party has ever had. No socialist principles whatsoever, no vision to improve working people's lives, utterly in hock to capitalism, out of touch with ordinary people. The antithesis of Nye Bevan. Now Reform are the biggest party. Wake up time.

in the shade snails graze on green leaves the spring sun burns

Tanka sequence by Debbie Strange.

Keir Starmer, being the plonker that he is, won't do what needs to be done - invest in communities, help pensioners, the disabled and the unemployed. The last thing that will occur to him is that the Labour party should be a socialist party with a conscience. Nye Bevan is turning in his grave.

Tanka sequence by Debbie Strange.

Tanka sequence by Debbie Strange.

A page from Paean to Place, a homemade book poet Lorine Niedecker gave to her friend Florence Dollase.

Latest poetry book booty.

River Lee at night into his phone's bright screen a young man screams

sun's blaze at noon cows follow their leader into shady woods

Sicilian miniature poems by Gustaf Sobin.

Dán le Paddy Bushe.

Song for our times, with Satan in the White House. Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch The band is playing "Dixie", a man got his hand outstretched Could be the Führer Could be the local priest You know sometimes Satan, you know he comes as a man of peace

walking through fallen leaves a memory of mother a girl boils potatoes for her father three a.m. vanishing into the dark mill mother long ago deep winter light seeps from mother as she leaves candles around mother’s body rainy night song of a hidden blackbird mother’s face

Poem by James Wright.

Two gorgeous books of pure and true poetry.

Poem by Edith Sodergran. Translation by David McDuff.

Latest poetry book booty, both wonderful.

Some haiku and tanka books.

Current bedside book pile.

Haibun by Terry Ann Carter.