For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...
Hal Coase works in Manchester. His plays have been performed at Pleasance Theatre, Camden People's Theatre and the Arcola Theatre. He reviews for PN Review and has studied Creative Writing at the University of Manchester.
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We did not know
it would leave us
here Our sun sits
bored as a dog
at noon, gnawing
the rocks
No stir, no From
here, the earth might
as well be flat –
this eye its centre,
this stone heart its
own, all
horizons one drop
down and off I
am not yet a
parvenu; ideas,
like books,
cannot
content me There
is no fact much
further than the
reach of an arm –
desperate,
dislocated
This old tongue is
dried to the bone
I hate the sun,
that attrition of seen
things, which comes home
safe and sound
Establish remorse from outset. Express bewilderment at sequence of events so unlikely, so absurd and catastrophic. Assure all present of blemish-free record, respect for...