The East Edge Theresa Lola

The East Edge Theresa LolaHeadstones are sliding earthwards. An urban fox forages for slugs. A jogger disappears into a forest of sycamores as high rise blocks glister with the last of the sun. Follow Chris McCabe into the nocturnal world of Tower Hamlets Cemetery Park in search of the lost and forgotten poets of the East End. In The East Edge, McCabe leaves the safety of streetlights behind and walks in the footsteps of William Morris and W. G. Sebald through one of London's

are drawn together

is that all your brains are in your head’ – these poems uncover the beautiful game’s magic and absurdity

that tells of our hopes and fears and doubts and questions

on the other

wonder and delight at the various world we move about in

The issue is opened

Nikos Fokas

interestingly there's a sharpness to her work

she has had a fortunate year

Latin America and the United States

I ran downstairs

Aziz Bey is at once the most genuine and the saddest of all her heroes