Amanda Joy

Krebs Cycle

At the point of dissolution, I was wrong. Anne Elvey More augur and sere, bloodwood trees raft a mirage Ahead in the road, a harrier resting on air is breve not oracle, just resting on white sky filled with heat …

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Pete Hay Reviews Rachael Mead and Amanda Joy

The chapbook is the ideal public presentation of poetry for the times in which we live. It is even more portable than the conventionally slim collection; its humbler production values permit poets to get their work ‘out there’, thereby meeting the democratic criterion of accessibility for both poet and reader, and it is conducive to the rigours of thematic focus that a small body of work encourages. Long may it flourish.

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The Snake’s Ghost

after Rebecca Horn On a full moon bring the snake to water with one hand support its head Elevate the tail to the height of your shoulder be rewarded as the trunks of trees dance in mirrored ripples of light …

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Review Short: Rose Lucas’s Even in the Dark

Rose Lucas is a name often found in anthologies, awards and shortlists, so it is no misnomer to call this first collection of poems long-awaited. ‘Time’ calibrates the scale in these poems, which span detail in lives from pre-conception and birth to the discovery of a cremated woman’s body 40,000 years in the earth.

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