Bad MoonSamantha Walton Whats that sound? A bad moon rising, or a pink one on its way We were already late to the party, earthbound and dishing our wages to bad clouds whose storage leaked plastics and chemicals in the ocean around us, a sweep of white space, and above us the sun is strobing like a wound, the moon a red spot on a burnt out sky. This is the nightly drama of Samantha Waltons Anthropocene camp, which takes the old moon, that slyly universalising

in de gesprekken aan tafel

little magazines such as Outburst

with love and anguish

haar op de hielen zit

Heather Clark reconstrueert Plaths stormachtige ontwikkeling als dichter en intellectueel

written from the uneasy perspective of a new mother living a few streets away

In these poems are living documents

his work treasured all over the world for its lyrical beauty and innovative

Across a series of sixty-four poems

not just A Top Poet

lost love and

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