Genre: Poetry

Review – Southernmost: Sonnets

Posted April 2, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Southernmost: Sonnets

Southernmost: Sonnets

by Leo Boix

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 144
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

Unearthing an old grief, the poet embarks on a glittering, encyclopaedic exploration of his own past and the Latin America he left behind- a continent haunted by the Europeans who once fixed their telescopes on its shores.

Southernmost reveals truths hidden in plain sight- colonialism's violent legacies; dissidents disappeared by the junta; a young mother's mysterious decline; the clarifying sexuality of a boy whose father can't bear to acknowledge it. At the same time, it tells a story - as sonnets have often done - about love, through Boix's intimate and original evocation of gay marriage. Restlessly intelligent, intoxicated by Latin America's landscapes and rich folklore, this virtuosic net of sonnets offers a glimpse of our world's interconnecting threads.

Leo Boix’s Southernmost: Sonnets is rather autobiographical, with poems focusing on religion, the death of his mother, and queerness (often in a very religious context). Almost all of the poems are sonnets, though there were a few that took other elements where I didn’t count the lines.

I found that the sonnet form felt really forced, and the rhymes felt a bit forced — “obvious” in the sense of being obtrusive, inelegant, not quite the right word. A really good sonnet often makes me forget about the rhyme scheme and makes it all somehow natural, but I was really aware of the intent to write a sonnet.

Combined with the subject matter, it wasn’t really my thing: poetry is very often personal, but I often like stuff that feels like it speaks to something deeper, and I didn’t get that feeling a lot here — the level of detail is so high, so specific, the poems just belong to Boix. Which is fair enough! But not my cup of tea.

I feel bad about rating such a thing so low, so a reminder: it’s always about my level of enjoyment, and not about quality, since I’m writing as a reader and explicitly rating on enjoyment. How I respond to the craft is a part of my enjoyment, but nonetheless craft doesn’t account for all of my rating.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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Review – A History of England in 25 Poems

Posted March 29, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – A History of England in 25 Poems

A History of England in 25 Poems

by Catherine Clarke

Genres: History, Non-fiction, Poetry
Pages: 400
Rating: five-stars
Synopsis:

This is the history of England told in a new way: glimpsed through twenty-five remarkable poems written down between the eighth century and today, which connect us directly with the nation’s past, and the experiences, emotions and imaginations of those who lived it.

These poems open windows onto wildly different worlds – from the public to the intimate, from the witty to the savage, from the playful to the wistful. They take us onto battlefields, inside royal courts, down coal mines and below stairs in great houses. Their creators, witnesses to events from the Great Fire of London to the Miners’ Strike, range from the famous to the forgotten, yet each invites us into an immersive encounter with their own time.

A History of England in 25 Poems is a portal to the past; a constant companion, filled with vivid voices and surprising stories alongside familiar landmarks, and language that speaks in new ways on each reading. Catherine Clarke’s knowledge and passion take us inside the words and the moments they capture, with thoughtful insights, humour and new perspectives on how the nation has dreamed itself into existence – and who gets to tell England’s story.

Picking up Catherine Clarke’s A History of England in 25 Poems, I was interested but wary. I do love this kind of format for histories, because I think things like poems or fashions or household items and so on can all tell us an astonishing amount about the moments they were made and read, used, etc. But at the same time, “England” and “Englishness” is a bit of a tense concept: witness the English flags being tied to lamp posts and the varied reactions to them, the tensions around how to define Englishness and who belongs in England and — of course, inescapably for me — the tensions between England and other countries it’s ruled, subjugated, etc.

And Clarke handles this well, I think! She explicitly states that it is not a history of Britain, and occasionally calls out the tendency to conflate England with Britain as a geographical or political entity. She discusses the tensions between the Irish/Welsh/Scottish and England, and discusses that in terms of colonialism, because those countries were England’s first colonies. It’s surprisingly rare for someone to recognise that, especially for someone to recognise not just Ireland and Scotland’s issues with England but also the issues for Wales, and I appreciated it a lot. The book feels a bit less strong on the issues between England and the wider world, though it does discuss immigration, Windrush and the Partition of British India towards the end of the book.

The choices of poem are good: not just the canon (though at times it is, or canon-adjacent), and not just higher class voices or male voices. I learned about Mary Leapor, for example, a servant who wrote poetry that was essentially a parody of higher class “country house” poetry, in the same style but about life below-stairs. The poems aren’t all selected for artistic beauty or anything, which is important to know, and it isn’t a history of English poetry (some of the poets aren’t English) — it is a history (non-exhaustive) among many possible histories.

All in all, I would’ve preferred numbered footnotes, and perhaps a little more about the issues of England and colonialism, but I thought the 25 poems chosen did look through some interesting windows at snippets of history, some of which I didn’t already know well. I felt like I learned things, and had a good time; certainly I paused several times to write about the book enthusiastically on Litsy, and looked forward to reading more each time I put it down.

Rating: 5/5 (“loved it”)

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Review – Black Cat Bone

Posted March 28, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Black Cat Bone

Black Cat Bone

by John Burnside

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 69
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

John Burnside's remarkable new book is full of strange, unnerving poems that hang in the memory like a myth or a song. These are poems of thwarted love and disappointment, of raw desire, of the stalking beast, 'eye-teeth/and muzzle/coated with blood'; poems that recognise 'we have too much to gain from the gods, and this is why/they fail to love us'; poems that tell of an obsessive lover coming to grief in a sequence that echoes the old murder ballads, or of a hunter losing himself in the woods while pursuing an unknown and possibly unknowable quarry. Drawing on sources as various as the paintings of Pieter Brueghel and the lyrics of Delta blues, Black Cat Bone examines varieties of love, faith, hope and illusion, to suggest an unusual possibility: that when the search for what we expected to find--in the forest or in our own hearts--ends in failure, we can now begin the hard and disciplined quest for what is actually there. Full of risk and wonder, Black Cat Bone shows the range of Burnside's abilities, but also strikes out for new territories. He remains consistently, though, one of our finest living lyric poets and each of these astonishing poems is as clear and memorable as 'a silver bracelet/falling for days/through an inch and a half/of ice'.

John Burnside’s Black Cat Bone wasn’t for me. It’s hard to put my finger on what didn’t work for me in these poems exactly — there were a few snippets and phrases I liked, like “And I wake, in the cage of my bones, / on the same cold ground” (from ‘Bird Nest Bound’, I think)… but somehow most of it didn’t grab me, though the first poem (which is quite long) made me think I might enjoy it.

Other reviews and descriptions are correct about the wintery feel and the nature imagery, but I guess it didn’t properly strike a chord with me; I think for the most part I just didn’t quite like the choice of words, like each one was subtly off.

Sometimes poetry is like that for me; ah well. You win some, you lose some. It was worth a try.

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Duino Elegies

Posted March 22, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Duino Elegies

Duino Elegies

by Rainer Maria Rilke

Genres: Poetry
Rating: four-stars
Synopsis:

Perhaps no cycle of poems in any European language has made so profound and lasting an impact on an English-speaking readership as Rilke's Duino Elegies. These luminous new translations by Martyn Crucefix make it marvellously clear how the poem is committed to the real world observed with acute and visionary intensity. Completed in 1922, the same year as the publication of Eliot's The Waste Land, the Elegies constitute a magnificent godless poem in their rejection of the transcendent and their passionate celebration of the here and now. Troubled by our insecure place in this world and our fractured relationship with death, the Elegies are nevertheless populated by a throng of vivid and affecting figures: acrobats, lovers, angels, mothers, fathers, statues, salesmen, actors and children. This bilingual edition offers twenty-first century readers a new opportunity to experience the power of Rilke's enduring masterpiece. Selected by Philip Pullman as one of his 40 favourite books. Shortlisted for the Cornelieu M Popscu Prize, 2007."

It’s rough to write a good review of Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies, because there are two levels here: just reading the poetry (in translation), and all the interpretation and context around it. I read the poetry and loved so much about it, but I’m also a little worried I missed out on the richness of it because I don’t have a lot of context for it.

This translation by Martyn Crucefix has a helpful introduction and some notes on each poem; I did manage to read the introduction, but could only skim the notes since my copy was due back at the library. The intro was helpful, and I think the notes were too. The translation itself seemed very readable and well written, though I can’t judge how accurate it was!

It’s definitely poetry that can be appreciated without the notes, it’s beautiful, but I would have liked to really dig my teeth in too.

Rating: 4/5 (“really liked it”)

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Review – Wain

Posted March 19, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Wain

Wain

by Rachel Plummer, Helene Boppert

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 126
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

Wain is a collection of LGBT themed children's poetry based on retellings of Scottish myths. The collection contains stories about kelpies, selkies, and the Loch Ness Monster, alongside perhaps lesser-known mythical people and creatures, such as wulvers, Ghillie Dhu, and the Cat Sìth. These poems immerse readers in an enriching, diverse and enchanting vision of contemporary life. The poems in this collection are fun, surprising, and full of a magical mix of myth and contemporary LGBT themes – it is a perfect read for children who are learning more about themselves, other people, and the world around them. Wain is fully illustrated, and suitable for readers of all ages.

Rachel Plummer’s Wain is a book of poems that reimagine various Scottish folktales and stories with LGBT twists: a selkie story is a trans story, a sea spirit flirts with a sea captain, etc. The poems are illustrated by Helene Boppert, in the same style as on the cover.

I definitely like the idea of the collection, though I found some of it a bit… obvious? Selkie story as trans narrative, for example. It’s not that it’s not fitting, or that I don’t think there should be trans selkie stories, so it’s hard to articulate just what I mean. Lacking in subtlety, perhaps? Though again, I don’t think subtlety is required. Several of the poems also had a kind of obviousness about them — a lack of layers and mystery, I suppose. I especially don’t get along with the ones that are just a bunch of sentences with full-stops, a collection of statements. I get that it is aimed at kids, but kids can handle subtlety.

That said, the art is lovely, and there were poems I liked. My favourite was ‘Green Lady’, in which a dead person has to choose a colour they want to take with them in death, which ends:

“Green as a sapling too soon torn
from its bank by a winter storm.
Green as the wide lawn’s wet grass.
Green as my dress —

the first I’d ever worn.”

That poem definitely worked for me!

So not a bad collection, and there’s definitely stuff to enjoy — especially, I suspect, for queer kids, the intended audience.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – Altar

Posted March 13, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 2 Comments

Review – Altar

Altar

by Desree

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 72
Rating: three-stars
Synopsis:

The debut poetry collection from award-winning writer and spoken word artist, Desree, Altar explores multifaceted dimensions of sacrifice, challenging its heroism and examining its ties to servility. The poems in Altar urge their protagonists to play neither lion nor lamb, but to live and flourish on their own terms. Each page glimmers with vivid, often devastating vignettes: we witness the resilience of youth, the strength of the Black female body, the complexity of chosen and unchosen family, the sweeping effects of gentrification.Through reflections on Black British identity, queer joy, place and belonging, faith and consent, Desree invites the reader on a journey of reclamation, while her wry wit and disarming tenderness hold us through the necessary storms that mark the way.

I wasn’t sure what I’d think of Desree’s Altar; I’ve not been very interested in spoken word poetry, historically, and I read that Desree’s a spoken word artist, so I wasn’t sure how well her work lends itself to print. The answer in this volume is ‘just fine’, though the ebook version didn’t do the formatting any favours.

I didn’t entirely click with it all, but there were some poems and images that did grab me, like the recurring theme of the rose in her mouth, and this stanza:

“i knew bodies
built in the image of a fireplace
were only useful if there
was something burning
inside them. i learnt
safety means between flames“

Not entirely for me, this collection, but I did enjoy giving it a shot. And I do wonder still if some of the poems might not after all be better aloud, even if they did work fine in print.

Rating: 3/5 (“liked it”)

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Review – wake

Posted March 7, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – wake

wake

by Gillian Allnutt

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 64
Rating: one-star
Synopsis:

When Gillian Allnutt was awarded the Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry, Carol Ann Duffy wrote that her work ‘has always been in conversation with the natural world and the spiritual life’. Her ninth collection, wake, shows the two beginning to meld into one: to speak for, even as, one another. As her title signals, these are poems about looking back, keeping watch over the dying and death of an old world and the ways of being human in that world; but also forward, waiting for the new world and being ready to awaken to it when it comes.

There are, as always in her work, many displaced people. No one here is fully at home in the world. These are turbulent times – individually and collectively – and the poems here reflect that. And yet the poems are more ‘among’ than ‘about’ people: speaking out of the horde, and the hoard, of humanity as a whole.

Unfortunately, Gillian Allnutt’s wake was absolutely not for me. I had difficulty finding any poem I actually liked in it — maybe a line here and there, but… I just didn’t “get” it. Some of them were too short to feel like anything (though I often have that problem with very short poems), and it felt like they were lacking all the connective tissue to make them flow and make sense of them for myself.

This may have been made worse by the fact that the notes at the end of the collection weren’t obviously linked in the ebook, so I only read them after reading all of the poems already. Some of the notes do explain things a bit better, but since I had no idea they existed (I only saw the small translation notes on the same page as each poem, no sign of more info) they didn’t really have an impact on my reading experience.

Since a favourite poet of mine (Carol Ann Duffy) praised Allnutt, I was/am willing to believe it’s a deficiency in me here — though I did check back what she said exactly and it was more of a description than outright praise, so I suppose it could’ve been one of those misleading snippets where actually in the full version it’s clear that the writer wasn’t overwhelmed with it. I haven’t looked for more context… I’m just resigned to the fact that I didn’t ‘get’ or like this one.

Rating: 1/5 (“didn’t like it”)

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Review – Seasonal Disturbances

Posted March 1, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Seasonal Disturbances

Seasonal Disturbances

by Karen McCarthy Woolf

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 84
Rating: two-stars
Synopsis:

A 2017 Poetry Book Society Recommendation. Following her groundbreaking 2014 debut An Aviary of Small Birds ("technically perfect poems of winged heartbreak" - Observer), Karen McCarthy Woolf returns with Seasonal Disturbances. Set against a backdrop of ecological and emotional turbulence, these poems are charged yet meditative explorations of nature, the city, and the self. A sinister CEO presides over a dystopian hinterland where private detectives investigate crimes against hollyhocks; Halcyon is discovered as a dead kingfisher, washed up on an Italian beach. Lyrical and inventive, McCarthy Woolf's poems test classic and contemporary forms, from a disrupted zuihitsu that considers her relationship with water, to the landay, golden shovel, and gram of &. As a fifth-generation Londoner and daughter of a Jamaican emigre, McCarthy Woolf makes a variety of linguistic subversions that critique the rhetoric of the British class system. Political as they may be, these poems are not reportage: they aim to inspire what the author describes as an "activism of the heart, where we connect to and express forces of renewal and love."

Karen McCarthy Woolf’s Seasonal Disturbances had a few poems or bits of poems that I found interesting and enjoyed, but overall it wasn’t a favourite. It might be partly the fault of the ebook format (I read it from the National Poetry Library’s Overdrive offerings, and Overdrive seems to not always display things the way they’re meant to be read), because there was eventually an explanation for what seemed like random unrelated lines at the end of a poem.

That said, I can only review based on the experience I actually had, and that was pretty confusing. It felt at times like the different stanzas of poems had no relationship to one another at all (and I don’t just mean the one about water that was definitely deliberate, which taught me a new term, “zuihitsu”). Maybe I’m not clever enough for this! Though, clever or not, I have two degrees in English literature, did study poetry within that, and did get good grades, so take that for what that’s worth — partly personal taste, partly not knowing what a “zuihitsu” is in advance, etc.

There was a bit from ‘Ars Poetica 101’ that I did like and wanted to save for myself for later (excerpted below), so it wasn’t a wholly bad experience — but definitely not a great success for me.

Poetry is
what the sea sings to the
last insatiable human
who thinks he’s the only one with a voice
to flood the dark with music and
dance or wonder who we are
and why we’re here or how we
became I, so exclusively…

Rating: 2/5 (“it was okay”)

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Review – Hedonism

Posted February 24, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Hedonism

Hedonism

by Chris McCabe

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 101
Rating: four-stars
Synopsis:

Join a carnival of characters including Bez from Happy Mondays, Jorge Louis Borges, and a medieval pilgrim on a journey to buy a PlayStation, in McCabe's sixth and most daring collection. Part-written in Scouse dialect and invented languages, Hedonism offsets the comic with the elegiac in a spectral and polyphonic work exploring the intersection of grief, place, memory and imagination. This is a book where haunted pasts and futures collide; in a post-Brexit landscape, through cities both imagined and real, McCabe's poems merge through timeslips and ghostly encounters, all the time electrified by the great connector of language at its most radical and unruly. These incandescent poems surge and resist expectation and formula – declaring "can it be, after all, that hedonism is the only activism?"

Okay, I confess, I went into Chris McCabe’s Hedonism pretty certain that it wasn’t going to be my thing, based on the description. That’s the lovely thing about libraries, after all: you can just try something, even if you don’t think you’re going to love it, and sometimes you strike gold.

This time, well, I’m not sure about striking gold, but definitely some kind of precious metal! I didn’t get on with all the poems in here by any means, but there were several that jumped out at me immediately, others that grew on me, and some where I liked parts of them, such as a few lines or phrases, or an image.

Here’s one excerpt I thought was great:

 Futurists are living ghosts, like the self-hauntedness of Tony Blair,
spectral / spectographic / sparkplugs of machinistic thought,
medievalists of a culture-to-come, cruising in a six-gear typewriter,
mistaking quick print for acceleration & accumulation for progress,
stalling at time’s hedgerow.

I couldn’t tell you exactly what “the self-hauntedness of Tony Blair” means, but it’s perfect all the same, absolutely. “Medievalists of a culture-to-come” is pretty great too.

Then there was this snippet of a longer poem:

 The snow falls as we conjure Robert Denos
His body alive in a dead lover
What is my body doing here packing a bag
Checking a ticket to London
Feet printing out steps
Marking an EXIT that is writ without me
Whose policy decrees we part today?

“Feet printing out steps”… perfect.

A great experiment for me, and a poet I wouldn’t actually mind reading again, even if not all of it was to my taste. I had fun.

Rating: 4/5 (“really liked it”)

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Review – Afterwardness

Posted February 17, 2026 by Nicky in Reviews / 0 Comments

Review – Afterwardness

Afterwardness

by Mimi Khalvati

Genres: Poetry
Pages: 72
Rating: four-stars
Synopsis:

A 2019 Poetry Book Society Winter Wild Card. A Sunday Times Book of the Year 2019. Ever since her first Carcanet book, In White Ink (1991), Mimi Khalvati has been drawn to the sonnet form. In Afterwardness its pull became irresistible. She has created in this unprogrammatic series, mixing memory, history, daily life, all her intersecting geographies and cultures, a self-portrait in all her moods, anxieties and delights. The sonnet form is stretched in all sorts of fruitful directions. Just as she adapted the ghazal form to English use, here she puts the Petrarchan sonnet to striking, unfamiliar use, widening the possibilities of the form. The poems are rich with Khalvati's personal history, her Iranian origins, her long years in Great Britain. The poems play between cultures, ancestral and acquired.

I read one of Mimi Khalvati’s poems via The Guardian‘s poem of the week blog (which is as pretentious as you’d expect, in general), and decided I’d check out more. Afterwardness is a collection of sonnets, including the title poem, each one playing with the form to some extent or another.

It’s been a while since I tried to think super deeply about poetry so I’m sure I missed a lot of what Khalvati was trying to do by using the sonnet form. I think I read that they’re all Petrarchan sonnets, but I thought those were an octave and a sestet, while I picked a couple of Khalvati’s poems and they didn’t match that ABBAABBA rhyme scheme (and nor were they arranged into an octave and a sestet). So not sure about that, probably I’m missing a lot there.

All the same, I enjoyed the way Khalvati writes, and found her poems pretty accessible. I think I might’ve enjoyed them more with a tiny bit more context about Khalvati to place some of her references (like the fact that she’s Iranian) — I tend to be that kind of reader, not so much because I want to assume that the poet is always writing about personal experience, but to understand where they’re coming from, the context that shaped the poem.

I’m going to read more of Khalvati’s work for sure — this was a good experiment.

Rating: 4/5 (“really liked it”)

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