Tag: poetry

"in a quiet hollow on the far side of this field rain patters through the leaves like twinkling glass"

"What you are, is complicated. And I love you for that, Because you are complicated, Because you are raw, and soft, and broken."

"Then there is a sudden pull – my loose thoughts spill over the pebbly surface of the page. Images crashing and breaking against sobering stillness, propelling seafoam into the air, rumpling the Edenic crispness of the page."

"The photographs on the walls show people years ago in the same spot. Did they feel the same, love the same, breathe the same. It seems impossible that they did, even more so that they did not."

"You – yellow in 5 Acts, yellow in division to make up a whole – belong to the morning"

"And I sat with my back to the skies as I mouthed out a prayer to the winds and imagined them ghosts; for where I sat, half-anaesthetised, four children had used to sit"

"My dog had lost its collar in a cave, Whereto, through chasing night, astray it ran After my whistle panicked in its ears."

"A warrior of Palestine Traversed with a Cross for sword, From Babylon to Jerusalem, Until he spoke not word."

"It is a day, and night, which brims in fairies and women cults and sprites and mothers."

'Now I see them yield to the light, papery and, with old age, translucent.'

There is something about poetry that makes it more potent than fiction in times of need. With its raw, brash and yet strangely beautiful...

Somebody once told me there are a lot of bad song lyrics out there. Imagine, for every subtle, elegant song you hear, there’s bound...

So the masks are sloughed off, and my heart stretches a shining ladder, reaches

Amid the national and global chaos, Hugo Ortega’s new book of poetry Amantes de cartón (Cardboard Lovers) is a quiet yet powerful exploration of...