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dublin poetry review is fresh

The Dublin Poetry Review is a new online publishing venture. The first issue was launched on 24 September, on Ireland Culture Day. The 66 poets in the first issue have contributed work in a range of languages including English, Finnish, French, German, Irish, Japanese, Malay and Spanish. Poets include: Sagicho Aibara, Rae Armantrout, Jenny Bornholdt, David Brooks, Mairéad Byrne, Julius Chingono, Kwame Dawes, Annie Finch, Forrest Gander, Eamon Grennan, Kimiko Hahn, Michael S. Harper, Jill Jones, Yusef Komunyakaa, Maha Elamin A Mahmoud, Jennifer Maiden, Chris Mansell, Rob Mclennan, Paul Muldoon, Emma Neale, Nuala Ní Chonchúir, Niyi Osundare, Robert Pinsky, Chris Price, Muhammad Haji Salleh, Ron Silliman, Ana Vega, C.D.Wright, Lavinia Greenlaw, Lorna Goodison. A full PDF is available on the website for download.

windowed - friday afternoon 3

seeing air blue-filled world white dark

jacket review

And, my belated noting of a review of Dark Bright Doors by Chad Scheel from Jacket (belated? - yes, I have been 'away' for quite a while): The book’s enscription states “Contact/is/the art” and each poem reaches toward that contact. Some fail (intentionally — these are brilliant poems) and others begin to make their way toward a resolution in that which is beyond the poet. The difference between that self and other disconnects of identity is not that Jones delights in the disconnect and thus exploits it, nor is hers the self in denial and leaning toward simplistic linearity. The attempt becomes one of social implications — for the poet, a question of the work’s ability to make those connections beyond the poet’s life. ...

among the foamy day - friday afternoon 2

anyway, a willingness to flitter in the grit where the pace of air seems to change tasting of bark, hay, wattle

dark bright doors out - and about

A new review of Dark Bright Doors by Scott-Patrick Mitchell has appeared, in Out in Perth . "Jones’ work is like a gathering storm: ... it is resplendent in that constraint and force, a poetry concerned with the pure distillation of ideas and intent through effortless rhythms and a wry sense of humour, the kind that comes with reflection. ... This is a dark commanding work. ..."

friday afternoon

in good nick between parklands