Michael Lithgow’s second poetry collection, Who We Thought We Were As We Fell, is not an easy read. If you are looking for blithe assurances that the world is a good place to be or that the [...]
Novelist and poet Jaspreet Singh’s latest book is for people who like memoirs—and, more exceptionally, for readers who are generally not fans of genre, too. This is because My Mother, My [...]
Confession: I do not read books of poetry from front to back—rather, I prefer to hunt and peck. This may do a disservice to poets who fret about the order of things. Apologies. But I do read [...]
