Shortlisted for the Derek Walcott Prize for Poetry 2024 And deeper still than this, my eyes penetrate far into the earth as if it was an agate: foundations, dungeons, subterranean cities where thwarted joyance wages its atrocities... (from 'Dusk: An Antique Song') Ned Denny's startling new collection recalls what Heidegger says – in his essay on Hölderlin – about the poet, of all mortals, reaching most deeply into the abyss. In what does this abyss, the "world's night," consist? In the fac...

"It was dusk, when the dark earth stains the blueing air and soothes bird in tall tree and beast in silent lair; I alone amidst all that hush of soil and leaf prepared for the war of the way and the way's great grief, of which an undistracted heart may speak or sing..."Published to coincide with the 700th anniversary of Dante's death, Ned Denny's baroque, line-by-line reimagining – the follow-up to his Seamus Heaney Prize-winning collection Unearthly Toys – shapes the Divine Comedy into ni...

Winner of the 2019 Seamus Heaney First Collection Prize.Ned Denny's Unearthly Toys are treacherous playthings, as rigorously structured as they are thematically unsettling, a 'rhapsody of rags gathered from several dung-hills, excrements of authors, toys and fopperies confusedly tumbled about' (as Robert Burton dubbed his Anatomy of Melancholy).The collection opens on a twilit, numinous world of exotic drugs, subterranean drums and visionary apprehension in which -...

'Just Imagine' brings together two Rhyme Whisperer Books, 'As The Moon And The Sun' and 'In The Madness Of Meeting' in an anthology of poetry on love, faith and dreaming that will provoke minds and brighten hearts of readers of all ages.

However grand or short our tale, it is the moment we set sail, when all the former pale away, a fresh new wind come into play, that lets us see in grand array: it was the entire journey, that made our perfect day! Hurry, scurry, there now in summer's flurry come and walk with me, and on a mountain see, the view eclipse magically, the ardour of our century.

Jerry celebrates his 50 years together with Dani in Poetry. A true love story for all ages.

A golden memory in autumn sets free inspiration harmony for in the mush so much gush out that we start to shout with glee when we see autumn's harmony in the light set free between the dark and light menagerie.

The poems Miles To Go Before I Sleep. were written after the author suffered a close to death experience on massive radiation of a large tumor his pelvis. The liver, riddled with cancer, had begun to fail due to the toxicity of the radiation. The experience has been recorded in his book Dont tell me Im Going to Die: Reflections on my Terminal Cancer Scraps and pieces of previous scribblings that were to going to be consigned to the wastepaper basket were retrieved and magically transformed...

Earl Silver’s poems open doors of nostalgia to scenes, people, family places and feelings-some long forgotten. His writing takes me back to what I have seen and felt, so that memories, half buried, are reborn. I am sure he will do the same for any reader. Faith in God is alive in these poems and becomes a beckoning invitation to peace and quiet of heart. At times his words are few, but dramatic and succinct so that they bring powerful images to mind. Some of his poems will delight with hu...

In Nostos and Algos a mature poet tells a simple story and yet underlying it all is a tension formed by intense, glaring, cutting, gripping and captivating images. This collection, Manolis' best so far, is subtle and unexpected, and you are left to imagine what may occur. You feel this sense of expectation in many of the poems, and this keeps them from feeling dry or overwrought. Most fascinating is how Manolis captures a sense of motion just before it begins to take place, almost an antic...

Written in Sand embraces a wide range of poetic forms and subject matter. There is something here for everybody: humour, joy, hope, and occasional philosophy. Several of the poems reflect the close relationship between the author and his natural environment

The world I now see opened up for free and what is left is neither deft nor cleft - it is the simple flow of life tumbling with thoughts we know are gathered apace as round our garden light and energy space a trace of the divine when we breathe in our own time.