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…
Category: Witness poetry
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…
Alfredo Perez Alencart
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Tebræ
Door in Mali, photo Leigh Voigt ISMAËL DIADIÉ HAÏDARA AND HIS EPIGRAMMATIC POETRY ISMAËL DIADIÉ HAÏDARA’s poems may speak of exile, but not in a predictable way that just invokes loss and sadness. He writes: “Exile is not sad. / Far from my home here is love, snow, the sea.” Tebrae is…
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