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Poetry constitutes one of our most distinctive attempts to familiarize our audience with the intercultural and evolving nature of our...

The wind blows, and ears whistle Giving cheeky slaps to My body in ecstasy, in trance-like The smell of gasoline in the air A strong...

And I slipped out of joint Into new skin Walking bare, and raw, More lost than any other The south star aligned Without me The stars...

Time flows as sand shifts. Trees bud, bloom and shed red leaves. Yellow stone wears down. The light changes, turns yellow, red, black,...

in the end only life jackets float searchlights touch the waves bodies found a cozy resting place in the soft seabed hands entangled in...

All of a sudden the tree outside my window is bare I hadn't noticed it(')s leaving Nick-e Melville East Coast Scottish Slang

David Forrest is a Glasgow-based poet who has performed his poetry for several BBC projects. Here he provides us with an exclusive and...

As an author of the German romantic period, Clemens Brentano distinguished himself from his peers mostly through the equivocal and...