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 [...]
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