pollen
- Jo Shapcott sparkles with intelligence in her collection of poems
- Limp iambs limpingly limp to the rhyme - it gets verse and worse
- Spam I am: Poetry meets spam in your inbox
- Instead of the customary, sensible and predictable word, poetry discovers one that vibrates with meaning (requires bug me not)
- The bonds, love triangles and backstabbings of great writers
