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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
David Keyworth
Aldgate had its usual smell of dirty metal and coffee. I jumped from platform to carriage. I squeezed beside a Tate Britain poster, clutched the grab-handle. When I chanced a glance, I saw I was the only one standing. Everyone else was wearing spacesuits.
Winifred Mok, Sandra Noel, Özge Lena and Alannah Taylor for Earth Day
we groan as the mercury hikes
climbing with the ball of fire
the Hot Weather Warning surrenders its flag
feels like 40 and it’s only May Day
-Winifred Mok
where geese balance on one leg
sleeping inside themselves
until they wake for hours of sun
and swimming
-Sandra Noel
You are walking in a half empty street. Carrying a rifle, you are hunting for canned food. Sultry evening falls like an electrified blanket, leaving you breathless. The world you know is long gone. The world has already surrendered to the heat waves followed by water wars, hunger wars. And hunger is a crazy carnivore in your belly. You turn a corner to see two rifles. Pointed at you. You shoot the air calmly.
-Özge Lena
I might eat more slowly, breathe more deeply the fragrance of nettle steep, be more mindful of
the miracle of vegetables of promising colour glinting in the oil of a pan, I might grind my molars
with the thought close that their substance, too, is borrowed from the minerals of the ground
-Alannah Taylor
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Cheltenham Poetry Festival Feature
‘I used to have a romantic notion that my best material had to be handwritten, but with the demands of life, in reality I edit most of my poetry on my phone’
– Holly Winter-Hughes
Cheltenham Poetry Festival Logo credit: Jon Tarrant
Word & Image
Charlotte Holm
Little Kit
Filmpoems
Csilla Toldy for Earth Day
My head is the earth,
my skin the air
dusk is my hair.
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Cheltenham Poetry Festival Feature
‘I used to have a romantic notion that my best material had to be handwritten, but with the demands of life, in reality I edit most of my poetry on my phone’
– Holly Winter-Hughes
Cheltenham Poetry Festival Logo credit: Jon Tarrant
Word & Image
Charlotte Holm
Little Kit
Filmpoems
Csilla Toldy for Earth Day
My head is the earth,
my skin the air
dusk is my hair.
Previously featured
David Keyworth
Aldgate had its usual smell of dirty metal and coffee. I jumped from platform to carriage. I squeezed beside a Tate Britain poster, clutched the grab-handle. When I chanced a glance, I saw I was the only one standing. Everyone else was wearing spacesuits.
Winifred Mok, Sandra Noel, Özge Lena and Alannah Taylor for Earth Day
we groan as the mercury hikes
climbing with the ball of fire
the Hot Weather Warning surrenders its flag
feels like 40 and it’s only May Day
-Winifred Mok
where geese balance on one leg
sleeping inside themselves
until they wake for hours of sun
and swimming
-Sandra Noel
You are walking in a half empty street. Carrying a rifle, you are hunting for canned food. Sultry evening falls like an electrified blanket, leaving you breathless. The world you know is long gone. The world has already surrendered to the heat waves followed by water wars, hunger wars. And hunger is a crazy carnivore in your belly. You turn a corner to see two rifles. Pointed at you. You shoot the air calmly.
-Özge Lena
I might eat more slowly, breathe more deeply the fragrance of nettle steep, be more mindful of
the miracle of vegetables of promising colour glinting in the oil of a pan, I might grind my molars
with the thought close that their substance, too, is borrowed from the minerals of the ground
-Alannah Taylor
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
‘A Bad Spell’ by Lynn Valentine is the IS&T Pick of the Month for March
This poem is pure enchantment. The captivating vocabulary intensely immersive imagery had the hairs on the back of my neck prickled from the outset.
‘Burglaries’ by Darren Deeks is IS&T’s February 2024 Pick of the Month!
‘Loss captured beautifully’
‘Curious and unpredictable’
Read, and hear, ‘Pomegranate’ by Sue Burge, the IS&T Pick of the Month for January 2024
‘It is so spare – every word used to the max – beautiful, slow, confident, visceral words. I love it!’
Reviews
Colin Harrington ‘In Praise of…’ Knock-knock by Owen Lewis.
Knock-knock is a beautiful and honorable portrait of accepting life’s later years, and ending, crafted very gracefully with kindness.
Kayleigh Jayshree reviews Makeover by Laurie Bolger
‘Makeover’ is a fun, stirring, and comforting pamphlet, with a variety and uniqueness in tone that makes Laurie Bolger a poet to watch.
Kayleigh Jayshree In Praise Of… ‘Bright Fear’ by Mary Jean Chan
The title of this collection has never felt so poignant. As the years get more and more sweltering, and queer people’s rights become discussed as if it’s a matter of opinion, I feel bright and afraid most of the time.