Category : Poetry
Maya Angelou and me: adapting her memoirs brought me eye to eye with an icon
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Now We Can Talk Openly About Men by Martina Evans – war, women and wardrobes
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Kayo Chingonyi: ‘The most formalist poetry I have been exposed to is rap lyrics’
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Unicorns, Almost – poignant portrait of a tormented war poet
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Somali-British poet Momtaza Mehri named young people’s laureate for London
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Benjamin Zephaniah: ‘I don’t want to grow old alone’
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Poem of the week: Prison Camp Violin, Riga by Robert Sheppard
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Jericho Brown: ‘Poetry is a veil in front of a heart beating at a fast pace’
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Shilpa Gupta: the artist bringing silenced poets back to life
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