Edition #002
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Turgid Summer Rivers by William Doreski
Spotlight: Cycles
Shedding and Giants by Erin Emily Ann Vance
Day After Mothers’ Day and Good Closure by Lee Fraser
Summer, Late and Shake Shingle by Rodd Whelpley
Timber Poem by Toby Cotton
Chinese Lesson Continued by Yuan Changming
Letter from the Editor
Written by
Joseph Hamilton
Editor in Chief
Dear reader, I recently came across the Uncollected Poetry and Plays of the late San Francisco poet and queer icon Jack Spicer in the fairly sad poetry section of Foyles Tottenham Court Road. The copy I had slid out to check its price was the last one left, maybe the only one there ever was, given the complete absence of any other Spicer title. I saw that this huge edition, be brave to things, published by Wesleyan UP in 2021, was edited by Daniel Katz, an English professor of mine when I was at Warwick…
Summer, Late
and one other poem by Rodd Whelpley
One day, it’s always summer. Late, with one
resurrection lily in the garden,
one hand on the bible of an autumn
that will never dawn, and one ache above
all others, about which we never speak
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Turgid Summer Rivers
by William Doreski
Turgid summer rivers slop
against mudbanks exposing stones
that should remain anonymous.
We pose in a mess of knotweed
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Day After Mothers’ Day
and one other poem by Lee Fraser
Empty the French press
laundry basket
compost bin
dish rack.
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Cycling through ‘The Mundane’
Written by
Elly Hong and Kelsey Edwards
Editors at Boundby
Come with us on a bike ride as we break down why the ‘mundane’ isn’t something negative or to shy away from. Our life is made of repetitions and routines. They’re the spinning wheels rotating us through daily life. In the rhythm of everyday, individual moments –no, think smaller, think frames– come together to create the basis and movement of our day…
Timber Poem
by Toby Cotton
This is a conceptual poem best appreciated in its full visual form — click below to enjoy.
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Chinese Lesson Continued
by Yuan Changming
Square-shaped, stroke-structured
Every Chinese character presents an
Abstract painting rich in symbolic
Meanings; for example, ‘自由’
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Shedding
and one other poem by Erin Emily Ann Vance
On our first day home we sleep until noon and
roast a chicken in a bag from Lidl. We drive down thin
wisps of roads to the Earl’s Palace— to Euphemia’s house.
Standing in the ruin in the rain I feel a pinch
—the first dig of the palette knife
ready to rip the paper from the walls.