This in from the Poetry School: "Fiona Moore and Abi Parry are
the two talented people picked from an immensely competitive field to become our
two new developing editors. They will work closely with Poetry School staff and
Michael Mackmin at The Rialto on a programme designed to explore the
practicalities and philosophies of poetry editing, culminating in their editing
a section of the magazine. Fiona has just published a pamphlet with Happenstance
called The Only Reason for Time, and Abi is a Gregory winner who is
working on her first collection."
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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