Mary Oliver, appositives, and fossicking through “Aunt Leaf”

I do love Mary Oliver's poems, but I'm always nervous when I start reading a new collection. Her writing is becoming ever more stripped back, and relies on the rightness of her observations, rather than dazzling bravado with imagery. But there are plenty of exceptions to that rule, especially in her earlier poems. One that …

2011 Keats-Shelley Association Competition – “Glass”

It's that time of year again, when those of us with a yen towards Romantic poetry (Byron & Wordsworth, NOT Mills & Boon) start feverishly pacing up and down the leafless lanes attempting to compose a poem on a Romantic theme for the Keats-Shelley Memorial Association's annual International Poetry Competition. Actually it's two competitions – …