In this essay, Ian Macartney considers whether there is such a thing as a 2010s poetics and, if so, how exactly it can be characterised. Along the way, he explores the literary obsession with newness and the possibility of timelessness as a poetic ambition, and asks: where does God come into all this? Through readings … Continue reading The 2010s, Pamphlets, God
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The Trembling Line: An Interview with Suzannah V. Evans
Suzannah V. Evans’s debut collection of poems, Under the Blue, came out with Bloomsbury Poetry in September 2025 and is longlisted for the Dylan Thomas Prize. During a launch event at Bookhaus in Bristol, fellow Bristol-based poet Jack Thacker sat down with Suzannah to discuss the collection’s engagement with questions of care, privacy and ecology. The following exchange grew from … Continue reading The Trembling Line: An Interview with Suzannah V. Evans
Two poems by Roy Marshall
Trace My fingers walked to the fourth intercostal space. This is where I placed the first gel-backed tab. The next went opposite, across the sternum, on the nipple line. Easy then to make a descending arc, attach the leads until a trace appeared; the heart. Unlike in films when it stopped for good the line … Continue reading Two poems by Roy Marshall
Two poems by Dan Stathers
Coconut John I recognise the worn teeth of his rattle-clacker against the Waltzer’s siren. No name in lights or thumping decibels, a row of ugly numbskulls sitting cockeyed on sawdust pedestals. The years have whistled him by, the same shock of silver hair, the puckish smile still spoiling for a dirty joke. Looks like we’ve … Continue reading Two poems by Dan Stathers
Two poems by John Wheway
The Greatcoat My grandmother leaves me a greatcoat made from piano parts - keys stitched in rows like the feathers and wolves’ teeth of a chieftain’s ceremonial mantle. I don’t feel worthy to carry it on my shoulders. Is this Grandma’s reproach for my shirking remote scales and Czerny? But when I fasten the felt-hammer … Continue reading Two poems by John Wheway
Two poems by Tess Barry
White Girl’s Sonnet for Barack Obama I come from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, from Donegal, from Croatia, from Mont Saint Michel, from Troy Hill, from a long line of immigrants, from steel mills, racists and bigots, from the city of bridges, the Mon and Yough rivers, from egalitarian blowhards, from an infant left in a … Continue reading Two poems by Tess Barry
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