MARY CONWAY revels in a powerful reminder that human lives are not defined by physical perfection
Why hide them?
from The Caprices, after Goya’s Los Caprichos
To avarice pocketing a pouch sack.
To treasuries buried under numerals.
Money disappears into haircracks
like a lizard scuttling into a wall.
Old man, face wracked by the sea,
buried under this Great Depression.
Living alack, what’s owed is illusory.
The banker smirks like a sovereign.
James Byrne's most recent poetry collections are Everything that is Broken Up Dances (Tupelo, 2015) and White Coins (Arc, 2015). He teaches poetry and poetics at Edge Hill University.
by Alastair McLeish
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event
by Widad Nabi


