"Rough, tough to touch, / grooved ridged scaled".
Three prize-laden upcoming poets return with second collections driving poetry into the digital future and the human past.
Craig Brown finds rhymes for Guru-Murthy and Rees-Mogg.
"The world you quit / Is staying here, so say goodbye to it."
All my antiquarian rage boils at the thought that nobody thought to record Hardy.
“It’s nothing to us”, you might shrug...
A work by the late author.
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