Yesterday’s review is now live on the London Grip.
Two poets I’ve discovered from the anthology:
Jonathan Davidson, whose ‘William Smith’s Poem’ was one of my favourites;
Maura Dooley, whose ‘Treasure Island’ begins the collection with a nostalgia-tweaking love-of-my-land reflection on the purposes of poetry and geology – and why not all human pursuits? Aren’t all our disciplines another ‘translation of Truth’s imagination’?