There’s an insightful and balanced review of The Empty Horizon by the brilliant and respected poet, Sheenagh Pugh, on her blog, here.
And, er, something slightly different from one Carmina Masoliver in the Norwich Radical here. Can we call this a review? Oh, what the hell, let’s give ’em the benefit of the doubt, eh?
(They nicked that photo off Paul’s Twitter page, the cheeky monkeys! An object lesson in the perils of social media; you’re having a bit of innocent fun with a camera and the dressing-up box, and before you know it, you’ve put out the image that’s going to define you ever after…)
There’s a good, thoughtful piece by Will Daunt in Pulsar Poetry Webzine, here.
And a lovely, and much-appreciated write-up from Jessica Gulliver in the Dulwich Diverter here.
Here (and I hope I’m not stepping on any toes by reproducing the piece in full, but it doesn’t seem to be anywhere online) is a piece by Emma Lee in The Journal (formerly the Journal of Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry).
