Charles Bronson (prisoner). Image generated with WordPress Two poems by Ulises Paniagua / Dos poemas de Ulises Paniagua Charles entre nosotros Tú eres Charles Bronson , con la existencia untada de manteca desnudaluchando contra el sistemaYo soy Charles Bronson, ave nocturna que se raja la caraante los derruidos gobernantesÉse que…
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AI
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DUMAH
Screenshot from Yogesh Patel’s new poetry film, Dumah The Demands of the Art of Making a Poetry Film Using AI by Yogesh Patel “Thunderbirds are go,” I command myself when the creative current hits. It’s an almost primeval surge—the familiar, heady rush of a launch sequence. Just like the nostalgic…
King Charles III
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CIIIR
by Peter Cowlam CIIIR A reining in at the eco-centre. Dials in reverse for the lost trials of inspection. Ends but a stunted survey, fixated on crowds and venues. They are here, young obsessives of ‘belonging’, cropped in line, and blessed by the shades of the dead, each with plans…
Harry Greenberg
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Nothing Stays Put, by Harry Greenberg
Nothing Stays Put The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes – a great, globed, blazing honeybee of a bloom – for sale in the supermarket! We are in our decadence, we are not entitled. What have we done to deserve all the produce…
DDT
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IF I RAN MONSANTO
by Thomas W. Gilbert and Deborah Glaefke Gilbert In this realm of destruction, This hellhole called Earth, There’s a Darth Vader business That’s so full of its worth. It’s consistent; it’s fascist, And it’s blessed with a vision. It has great friends in Congress Who vote each decision Over those…
Anjana Neira Dev
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Nissim Ezekiel: Between Desire and Reason
Nissim Ezekiel, illustration A Tribute to the Herald of Modern Indian English Poetry by Anjana Neira Dev As we commemorated Nissim Ezekiel, the herald of modernity in Indian English poetry; on his hundredth birthday, and enter a season of heat and dust and of course the king of fruits, I…
FOUR GHAZALS
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Sudeep Sen: FOUR GHAZALS
Photo by Kaboompics.com Monsoon Apertures Each drop scripts a silence I cannot explain — the monsoon writes letters across my windowpane. Your absence is not void, but a humid breath — it stains my shirt-collar like turmeric or rain. Even the wind hesitates before touching me — a lover once…
Peter Cowlam
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Podcast: Follow Me Down
Photo by Alex Fu on Pexels.com by Peter Cowlam Words by Peter Cowlam; music composed by Jamie Roberts and released under CC0 licensing; effects curated by Jamie Roberts, and courtesy freesound.org. Original voice recording by Jeff Lowe, and studio production by Jamie Roberts. ‘Follow Me Down’ is a forty-eight-line poem….
1950s
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The Emigrant’s Farewell
photo by Daniel Battersby, pexels by J. W. Wood The following extract is taken from J. W. Wood’s major long-form poem, The Emigrants Farewell. published in 2016 by The High Window and dedicated to Thomas and Sheena Smith, A Scottish-Canadian poet, Wood is the author of the collection The Anvil’s Prayer (2013) and…
a retirement home for gods
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Yogesh Patel: a retirement home for gods
From poet’s forthcoming collection, 2½: Theatre of the Absurd.
Karl Rutlidge
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Two New Malden Poets: Evensong & Psalm
photo Karl Rutlidge I’ve been working on a poem for a while to try and capture the grief I’ve felt following the Supreme Court ruling and its aftermath, and an experience of God I had while spending time in Regent’s Park, which is where this photo was taken. For context,…
Al-ghazal
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Kathryn A. Kopple: Al-ghazal
Green Mountains Photo Moustafa Elsamadouni, Pexels We are pleased to keep company with Kathryn Kopple, who is a poet and novelist, and runs the literary blog The Leaving Years. Two of her published novels are Little Velásquez and The Leaving Year. She has previously collaborated with AN’s literary editor Peter Cowlam in the…
A. F. Moritz
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TWO NEW POEMS BY A. F. MORITZ
When I Was a Child When I was a child it was clear the stones are alive. Plunging in tall grasses, almost lost to each other, we always were meeting them in the new trails each of us crushed, invisible to one another but near, calling out, smelling the faint…
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