If poetry cannot solve the problems of the here and now, then we are in deep shit. And we are in deep shit. And if a handbag is a handbag is a handbag is a handbag is no more than … Continue reading →

‘Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene’ ~ e e cummings This is a delightful collection of poems by Vik Shirley and from the … Continue reading →

I have been looking forward to a collection of these poems from Steve Spence, having followed and enjoyed them online (both in their appearances and within each narrative) in International Times, Stride Magazine and other. I don’t mean I have … Continue reading →

I’ve been looking forward to James Roome’s follow-on collection from his debut Bull – also with The Red Ceilings Press – which had signalled a distinctive absurdist voice and way of seeing things. I have not been disappointed. This too … Continue reading →

The Red Ceilings Press chapbooks are delightful things (with an admission of interest, having the pleasure of being previously published by them, but also collecting and reading many): they are usually, though not always, quick reads; being focused, they are … Continue reading →

My pathway into and connection with the evolving exploration in this collection of EVP (electronic voice phenomenon) are the two lines ‘voice is the connective membranebetween your blood and horizons’ I take this to mean what we find in anything … Continue reading →

Having yesterday read and reviewed Martin Stannard’s wonderful and potent The Review, I have today been reading John Goodby’s wonderful and potent The No Breath and will comment on this too. Initially thinking I wanted to observe how this was … Continue reading →

Charlie Baylis’ chapbook swimming – bathed in baby blue – backstrokes across ripples of keeping afloat in its pool of romantic and other variables. The sweet hue is in the beauty of its cover as well as soothing moments of … Continue reading →

I haven’t struggled to read these poems in their dancing and/or jaywalking across and over ordinary direct lines, but have in feeling confident to be meaningful about what to say on them other than encourage the surprises of that reading … Continue reading →

A micro-review in the spirit of Sheppard’s own announcement of this chapbook’s publication: ‘Yesterday I micro-launched this micro-book of micro-poems. Don’t worry: nobody was there’. It is micro – excellently so. Playful and innovative and evocative. A wonderfully symbiotic collection … Continue reading →