There is a peculiar loneliness that springs from a lack of experience, from vicarious living through screens and dreams.
The stanzas that win, the themes that glow.
The University is failing to preserve its poetic history by way of education, and in doing so, it is failing to nourish the poets of tomorrow.
"My love was from places of Tiny People."
Words by Tiger Perkins.
Words by Benson Lilo Oto.
Words by Sophia Chakma Hill.
The moment like glass; the shards like regret.
A bite into the hidden subtext of a Victorian poem
Notes on colourism.