I know you your face like a pool of leaves your long hands that way you have of speaking in many quiet, wayward tongues. Grass, rivers, vole-fur – when you fall you fall from grace into more grace and if the sun gets too close if its light blinds you hide from us, in the Read More
In the 1890s, Mary MacPherson, a poet from Skeabost, Skye, penned a song of protest, after her family had been systematically cleared from the land. Written in Gaelic, the translation goes “Remember that you are a people and fight for your rights… There is richness under your feet.” The lament concludes with the forlorn hope Read More
The London Classic Theatre is currently celebrating its 15th anniversary as a touring company with the production of Alan Ayckbourn’s 1974 play Absent Friends. Contrary to the zeitgeist of presenting period plays in contemporary settings, director Michael Cabot has stuck assiduously to the play’s original Seventies setting. This diligence has been rewarded with some fantastic Read More
We shared Octoberfuls tasty with appletea under tangerine trees. I asked what he did. Ah The Royal Bank pays me, but I source old harpsichords which I restore. Some need me for years. I play them then pass them to others who love them. My passion. That’s who I am. So here’s to that man Read More
Oh Heart of the Web, Heart of Bracken, give me the strength to persevere. (“Walking the Wood”) For a reader who loves the mystery and fairy-tale quality of wild forest lands, the nature of Anna Robinson’s second collection, Into the Woods, is pure food for the creative soul. Set in imaginary woodlands in Read More
A woman, a certain kind of woman, loves a red dress. She seizes upon it; she is not afraid. She selects the dress from rack upon rack of dresses, takes it up in her hands, in her arms, tries it on and keeps that dress for her own. This woman, this certain kind of woman, Read More
Peter Riley’s 18th poetry publication, Due North, is a poem of twelve chapters that builds a larger story with roots deeply imbued in movement. Whether it be a search for work or finding inner happiness, the poet is concerned with the restless nature of the human mind and the displacement of those who wander without Read More
“A girl always remembers the first corpse she shaves” is the first line in Caitlin Doughty’s memoir. It evokes interest and revulsion in exactly the way the author intended, and it’s a theme that is carried throughout. Smoke Gets in Your Eyes is an aptly titled creation by a writer who describes herself in the Read More
“My body is a series of bodies: / now & before” writes Matthew Siegel, in “The electric body”, and there is perhaps no better way to introduce Blood Work. His collection addresses themes of the physical self primarily, dealing with illness (hospital visits, and relationships), but also features occasional portraits of a broken family. For Read More
There is something deeply wrong with this book. The problem is not the subject matter. The Internet Is Not the Answer is an attack on the way a crude ideology of “winner-takes-all” capitalism is shaping the Internet today through companies like Google, Apple, Facebook and Amazon, and, more revealingly, through newer companies like Instagram, Uber Read More