CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
and other revenge fantasies
Phoebe Stuckes
I’d rather dance on your grave
than at your wedding. Not that
you’d ever invite me. Imagine
it, the Other Woman arrives
dressed up in white, cut short
to show off stockings. Her mouth;
a red letterbox. Her arms are
wax tapers. No one knows who
she is, except the bride and groom,
confronted suddenly by the long
crack in their love. The rat that falls
out of the kitchen cupboard and
pisses all over the lino. Darling
what would you do about all of that?
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
RUTH AYLETT reviews two collections of outright political poetry
by Widad Nabi


