From Poetry

On Pincushion / Matt Rader

In the late spring of 2017, a friend and I walked up a local mountain known, in English, as Pincushion. At the summit you look out over Okanagan Lake, a deep freshwater fjord, as it turns southward into the land of antelope brush. Beyond the lake, on the opposite shore, is Okanagan Mountain, and then…

An Interview with Martina Evans / John Lavin

Martina Evans grew up in County Cork and trained in Dublin as a radiographer before moving to London in 1988. She is the author of eleven books of poetry and prose. Bernard O’Donaghue has described her new book, Now We Can Talk Openly About Men, as ‘a remarkable document, a major work’. Here, our Editor, John Lavin, talks to…

Readings from The Lonely Crowd: Cardiff 10/05/18

The Lonely Crowd will be previewing their forthcoming ninth issue at Little Man Coffee. Co, tomorrow evening from 7pm. Martina Evans will be reading poems from Issue 9 as well as a selection from her highly praised new collection Now We Can Talk Openly About Men. Recent Welsh Book of the Year-winner John Freeman reads…

READ BY THE AUTHOR: ‘Nighttown’ by Martina Evans

Issue Nine of The Lonely Crowd features four new poems by Martina Evans. Here, Martina reads one of those poems, ‘Nighttown’, exclusively for our website. Don’t miss Martina reading at our event at Little Man Coffee Co. on May 10th, from 7pm.   © Martina Evans, 2018. Image © Jo Mazelis, 2018.

‘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…