Welsh poetry press based in Swansea with a focus on imagist poetry. Edited by Matthew M C Smith

Bob and I are at the zoo, checking out the macaques from the wide viewing window, when I notice a muscular man in a tiger t-shirt checking out Bob’s ass. And even though coming here on a token date wa...

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Six days of burnt bulbs. Of whispers, no vowels and nothing

Six days of burnt bulbs. Of whispers, no vowels and nothing

Six days of burnt bulbs. Of whispers, no vowels and nothing

“Hickory Hill” by Edie Meade is a haunting, visceral prose poem that confronts a devastating tragedy while questioning poetry’s ability to hold, witness, or make meaning from it.

Alt: Three fluffy cats looking through a window overlooking the sea. A gentle breeze is tickling the curtains.