For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...
I am standing in a parallelogram of shrubbery outside London City Airport. Ed is twisting a dial on his Mamiya RZ67 and squinting into its viewfinder. He...
Who wouldn’t rather be watching a film about werewolves instead of composing friends’ funeral playlists all day I’ve been suspecting something like must the...
