Only You Can Save Poetry

So, apparently, poetry needs saving. At least that’s the premise of Mark Grist and Tim Clare’s show Only You Can Save Poetry, premiering during The Last Word Festival at the Roundhouse. Armed with an interactive voting device (not sure that’s the official term), the audience are asked to judge a modern …

Still Life

Carriages vomit passengers in alien dress, braying and bucking along unfamiliar avenues Carousing crowds croon at the moon; their drive momentarily quenched by lunar pallor The disburdened train departs sucking shredded newspapers as we escape the vortex Bristol sags under the weight of strange faces, yuppie middle managers frantically finding …

Feathers, Aidan Clifford

 He heard feathers, rustled by the first commuter train All the stimulus of dark caffeine, coursing through a vein And an ancient river stirred, refreshed with recent rain Everything was differed though much remained the same   He brushed against the push of strangers, trying to find a seat Envying the …

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