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I want to know why she does this, the killer and her inability to problem solve, like how else can she pay off her credit card debt? What else can she do when he leaves her, when he wants to…
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Nick Makoha
B. 1974
Nick Makoha is the author of ‘The Lost Collection of an Invisible Man’ (Flipped Eye Publishing, 2005), ‘The Second Republic’ (Slapering Hol Press, 2014), ‘The Kingdom of Gravity’ (Peepal Tree Press, 2017) and ‘Resurrection Man’ (Jai-Alai Books, 2018)
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Guy’s and St Thomas’s - Kayo Chingonyi
When I’m here in a particular character of mind any woman of a certain height – hair plaited neat to meet the working day – becomes my mother in that year of early mornings she worked at GDRU close to…
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I’ve thought of you from time to time, four decades since you went back to your vast continent and disappeared from small talk. Curious, I search the Net for you. Some unrevealing death notices and one police report. I didn’t…
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In our search for wider representation to become a truly diverse and contemporary global poetry community, we are now focusing on our latest initiative, the Poetry of India Collection. Our ‘Poetry of India’ project will bring together a carefully curated…
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Vikram Seth is a poet and novelist whose contributions to literature are harboured in various eclectic and traditional forms. The sites of his poetry and prose are intercontinental, creating literary habitats of far away lands and cultures. In the modern…
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The Poet’s Toolkit with Imtiaz Dharker
Please note that italicized sections of the transcript reflect areas of uncertainty or unverified content. [Interviewer Intro:] Good afternoon again everybody. Welcome to the third and final of our ‘Short Take’ events, where we find out what every serious poet…
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Clare Pollard
B. 1978
As a precocious adolescent with a penchant for raw confessionalism, Clare Pollard (b.1978) appeared on the poetry scene in the late nineties with her energetic, expressive and markedly contemporary work. She was chosen as one of Poetry Review’s New Poets…
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Chris Wallace-Crabbe
B. 1934
Chris Wallace-Crabbe was born in 1934. His father was a journalist and his mother a pianist, and he describes his family tradition as ‘military-bohemian Scots’. After leaving school he worked as cadet metallurgist at the Royal Mint, Melbourne, then, at…
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II Curse these mountains, brutes That send down granite roots Nourished on the gold I may never behold. Someone may find me dead By the richest lode With a prize in my hand That I’m disallowed. III When God…
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Gary Langford
B. 1947 D. 2014
Gary Langford (b. 1947, Christchurch) is a New Zealand poet and author with more than forty books to his name, including sixteen volumes of poetry. His literary career includes editorships and teaching positions in his native country and Australia, and…
The Classics
The Nightingale’s Nest
Read by Paul Farley
by John Clare
The Nightingale’s Nest - John Clare - Read by Paul Farley
Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, And list the nightingale – she dwells just here. Hush! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fear The noise might drive her from her home of love; For here I’ve heard her many…
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Monologue in the Valley of the Kings - Anthony Thwaite
I have hidden something in the inner chamber And sealed the lid of the sarcophagus And levered a granite boulder against the door And the debris has covered it so perfectly That though you walk over it daily you…
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(for Elizabeth Bishop) Nautilus Island’s hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above the sea. Her son’s a bishop. Her farmer is first selectman in our village; she’s in her dotage. Thirsting for…
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Your attention please. Train number 9, The Northern Zephyr, destined for River’s End, is now boarding. All ticketed passengers please proceed to the gate marked Evening. Your attention please. Train number 7, Leaves Blown By, bound for The Color…
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I know, I Remember, But How Can I Help You - Hayden Carruth
The northern lights. I wouldn’t have noticed them if the deer hadn’t told me a doe her coat of pearls her glowing hoofs proud and inquisitive eager for my appraisal and I went out into the night with electrical steps…
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Come back once more and walk along the shore, a Styrofoam container in your hand, and search again through litter on the sand for shells and seaweed. Start a new collection. “There’s no such thing as rubbish,” you once…
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Where am I? – Oh, I just stepped out, No need to make a fuss, or shout, No need to comb the nearest wood Or roam about the neighbourhood. Call off the dog – she’ll find no scent, Please…