The second issue of The Compass is now complete. We hope you’ve enjoyed the past fortnight and that you’ll keep coming back to read Issue 2 again at your leisure. It’s been a particularly exciting time for us as we have been publishing The Compass from our first Poetry Residential at Ponden Hall in Haworth. […]
‘The River’ by Jane Clarke, ‘Loop of Jade’ by Sarah Howe and ‘The Art of Scratching’ by Shazea Quraishi Review by Roy Marshall All three of these first collections deal to varying degrees with themes of belonging and displacement, with leaving and searching for home. Jane Clarke revisits rural Ireland in subtle, unsentimental […]
Mountain You are very successful but you have rocks in your chest, skin-coloured sandstone wedged where your breasts should be.
Uses of the Whale, No. 1 Every night in the dugout, he takes my feet in his hands and greases them, running his slim fingers between my toes, pulling each one apart
The Trainee Angel My sisters sit and sing inside an office where, becalmed, they shuffle paperwork and then are off. The window sill retains
‘Skipper’ by Christy Ducker, ‘Humphrey Coningsby’ by Jonathan Davidson, and ‘Talking to the dead’ by Gordon Hodgeon Review by John Foggin For the record, at poetry readings it’s the tune I hear first. The words come after. It’s the rhythm, the space of vowels, the textures of consonants. It’s the authentic accent, the distinctive […]
Starlings at Dawn Thinking about the world’s latest population numbers, which I’d heard about on the express from foggy Westside to cloudy Downtown, I’m interrupted by a swarm of starlings.
Metastasis The way couch grass takes hold of a garden, spreads seeds, runners, white rhizomes long before we notice, the way it grows
Throne In LA, we stayed friends for a while with our realtor. She was lean, hollow-eyed, obsessive. A residual charge from house-hunting coursed through us, and we accompanied her a few times at night to places she was trying to sell
Memorial Day Down there on the sidewalk there’s a man in blue jeans and a red cap picking up cigarette butts and putting them into an envelope.
That blind roadmaker, love An Interview with Ian Duhig, by Richard Skinner RS: We recently communicated during the course of putting together the fundraising pamphlet The Ecchoing Green for the Blake Cottage in Felpham appeal. You didn’t need much persuading to contribute. Has Blake been a significant presence in poetry for you? […]