Connemara I stepped out of my skin that dusk in Connemara where bush crickets thrummed
Brahms In the interval the young man says something and laughs and beside him the young woman laughs also. She moves in her seat closer to him in his seat. Newlyweds, their story
Machine Minder When you think of the machines, forget their cool steel plates, sharp cogs, inert metallic slabs, the way they hold themselves calmly to the floor. Consider instead their fleshly attributes: the skin,
‘The Invisible Gift – Selected Poems’ by David Morley and ‘The Offhand Angel, New and Selected Poems’ by Jan Owen Review by Sarah Hymas There is something overwhelming about years’ worth of work bound into one book: the chatter of all those poems, all those preoccupations and the slow growth of the poet being […]
Identifying Flowers My father knew the Latin names, family, subfamily, genus, species. He told me them, over and over on weekend walks down the Pithay.
The Boring King If the past were a tree lying on its side with the long grass growing around it and I was to go to it with a saw in my hands and rest my knee on its trunk until
The drunkard and glutton come to poverty ‘The only interesting thing is to live’ Françoise Mitterrand His death will be a growth, he thinks of it as a grove of citrus, lemon and grapefruit tumours ripening, spilling juices. Past thirst or hunger,
Thirteen at Fifteen Each of us is stood where we’re stood on a brink of pure fire, and sometimes we dread what we might step off into – and always we can’t wait! Stanley Lack, Apprentice Motorworks; Thomas Ward,
A Recollection at the Sorting Office When the casual staff were queuing for their wages,
Welcome to the second issue of The Compass. We have been delighted with the response to the magazine so far, and with the range of submissions for this issue. There is a thrill at reading the work of some of our finest poets at the top of their game, but there is equal excitement at […]
‘Happiness’ by Jack Underwood, ‘Physical’ by Andrew McMillan and ‘Blood Work’ by Matthew Siegel Review by Maria Taylor Happiness is a bold title. What could possibly be expected from a collection featuring that word in day-glo orange on a beige Faber cover? As Shelley once wrote: ‘Rarely comest thou spirit of delight.’ Underwood’s preoccupations […]
Millport In Sixty-Seven We spent our honeymoon plucking sea urchins from the warm water that pooled between rocks on the banks of the Clyde Estuary.