From Poetry

‘Ty Mawr Wybrant’ Glyn Edwards

Ty Mawr Wybrant  (William Morgan’s birthplace) You carry the emptied acorn cup like an offering, one palm steadying the other, keeping it raised, level with your nose; studying it with giantwide eyes as though the vacant chrysalis still cherishes life and you might witness its spell. Your mother convinces you to let it snuggle up…

‘Shaggy Dog Story’ John Freeman

When I sit in Phil and Julia’s kitchen Shrimp arrives, quietly padding around. Julia always says the same two things: she does like men. She’s a terrible flirt. Now she adds: she’s very old. Shrimp pushes her nose towards my flies gently, just once, and then looks soulfully into my face, and I gaze back,…

‘The Arnolfini Marriage Interrupted’ Jo Mazelis

One flame on the budget candle In the extravagant candelabra – Savings must be made somehow…   …then stage left, three girls, posh voices – Fuck it! Let’s go. We could go to Brum. We could get off at Hereford. You’re just so funny. She’s a right laugh. What’s that? I don’t know – my…

Dublin Readings

We’ve an event in Dublin on March 8th, 7pm at The Workman’s Club in Dublin, featuring readings from recent issues (7 and 8) of The Lonely Crowd. We’ve an electrifying line-up of writers for the evening and you can find out a little bit more about them here: June Caldwell worked for many years as…

READ BY THE AUTHOR: ‘Knife’ Philip Gross

Philip Gross reads ‘Knife’ from Issue Eight of The Lonely Crowd. Philip Gross is a poet, librettist and writer for children. He won the T.S. Eliot Prize 2009 with The Water Table, and Wales Book of The Year 2010 with I Spy Pinhole Eye. Deep Field dealt with his Estonian refugee father’s final years and…

‘Learning to sleep’ John Burnside

Though the hunter returns at first light, bearing a heart   in which all warmth has ceased, the gut hook   sticky in his hand, his misdeed visible to everyone he sees   – the horseman on the road, the miller’s girl,   the foreign delegation with its gold and furs, old   pilgrims, crowding…