Violated

Invitation: Globe Road Poetry Festival

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Some of the world's best known poets will perform in East London this November at the inaugural Globe Road Poetry Festival.

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Scherezade Siobhan

/ Queen Mob / Misc
to modify what arundhathi subramaniam's, a high state is like ventriloquism, a low state is like a seance. & in between i echolocate.

FREAKY FRIDAYS: Pig News

C. K. Williams, 1936-2015

Snoutrage

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Little Birds are dining Warily and well Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters

to my little friend …

A short interview with Andy Weaver

/ rob mclennan / Interviews
the sublime is something we can encounter or think of, but we can’t present an example of it to our minds

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Sarah Blake

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
I have no idea if Kanye drinks coffee. That's funny—I know so much about him but nothing about his coffee/tea preference.

Æ Died 80 Years Ago Today

/ Queen Mob / Poetry
Ah, let us for a little while abate The outward roving eye, and seek within.

Percy Bysshe Shelley Died 193 Years Ago Today

/ Queen Mob / Poetry
Watching her sleep with looks of speechless love, And the bright beaming stars That through the casement shone

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Darcie Dennigan

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
Number of hours that elapsed before my will sagged and I let myself add more than just that one word, which *would* have been so perfect: 8.

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: Dana Levin

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
Poetry, jazz and coffee: that was it. It was 1986, and whatever was going on under the fluorescent tents of pop culture, I wasn't having it.

Remembering Nazik Al-Mala’ika

/ Nazli Tarzi / Misc
On the eighth anniversary of her death, we remember the legacy of Iraq's uncrowned queen of poetry, Nazik Al-Mala'ika.

Sexy Snakes in Poetry: Column 69

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,

Hristo Botev Died 139 Years Ago Today

/ Queen Mob / Poetry
We drink, we sing with recklessness, we snarl against the tyrant foe.

I Love Roses When They’re Past Their Best

/ Charles Whalley / Misc
Although a significant proportion are British, the poets in I Love Roses When They’re Past Their Best have little geographical commonality, and are unlikely to have come together before the internet; their home as poets is online.

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