Tag Archives: Helen Tookey

A The Poetry Review review

So complete is the lacuna created by the pandemic that, when it comes to the microcosm of poetry, entire books were swallowed up by it like Keaton’s famous shot in The General of the titular train steaming off the blown-up … Continue reading

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Portrait of an Informationist, (or, The Kind of Found Poetry I Want)

(About 11 months ago, I did one of those Facebook ‘challenge’ chains – post a poem each day for five days; challenge five others to do the same – which are just an excuse to share new work. Most of … Continue reading

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