See our third instalment of our top ten unmissable poems published in Poetry Wales from the last 5 years. To celebrate 55 years of publishing poetry, every Friday we’ll be releasing two poems from the list, with our final post including a downloadable PDF edition of the poems. The ten poems in this short collection were…
“[T]o write, for me, is to fill my mouth with worry. To worry at something: at tooth with tongue; seeking instabilities, gaps and that fleshy give. Feel it, and the anxiety floods in. But you keep fraying at it, a frayed knot: afraid not.” ‘we have filled our mouth with worry, beads.’ — Veronica Forrest-Thomson,…
Read the second instalment of our top ten unmissable poems published in Poetry Wales from the last 5 years. To celebrate 55 years of publishing poetry, every Friday we’ll be releasing two poems from the list, with our final post including a downloadable PDF edition of the poems. The ten poems in this short collection were…
“Beyond all of them stands time, that vicious git, with its sieve of tiny holes we all want to try and sneak a poem through. But before all those the writer has his own sieve and, let’s face it, most of us have crap sieves for our own work.” In ‘Teaching the Ape to Write…
Read the first two of our top ten unmissable poems published in Poetry Wales from the last 5 years. To celebrate 55 years of publishing poetry, every Friday we’ll be releasing two poems from the list, with our final post including a downloadable PDF edition of the poems. The ten poems in this short collection were…
“Your readership has allowed us to bring contemporary poetry from Welsh and international writers to print for over half a century.” Regular readers of Poetry Wales will be aware we’ve encountered a 30% cut to our funding since 2010. Nia Davies in her editorial for PW 54.3 suggests that while it limits our resources, ‘we…
“I like how words can fall on the page of a poem, how words look when they are put in funny and wrong places. I like not having the pressure of capital letters and full stops. It feels a bit naughty, a bit cheeky. And I like being cheeky.” I keep saying, whenever I’m asked…
“I eventually chose to respond to an anecdote he told about his five-year-old daughter walking off in a park. Instead of telling her to come back he started following her, wondering what she was thinking about. This went on for about an hour, during which she never looked back, and when she finally did, it…
“Perhaps this is the playwriting side of my nature, but I want the poem to retain something of my present tense, my breath and body.” I don’t know how I write a poem. Saying that poems come to me or through me—an image, a voice, the misty, muddy movement-without-form—may sound precious or pompous (and of…
