The Atlas Review have taken a long poem called “When I say fathers I imagine the picture of my gentle father with his brother (dead now) and his mother (also dead) and his father, laughing, no one looking at the camera and no one noticing the photographer, who must be a friend or maybe my uncle on my mother’s side, and who is in the room but invisible, and who for us has handed down these bodies as they once were, and outside the room the crush of history goes on” for their second issue.

Back a while ago, Nick Flynn picked a poem of mine as the winner of the Gigantic Sequins contest. Part of the prize was having time under their spotlight. Mine is here.

As it says above. It’s here now. I love how beautiful this magazine is & am so pleased to be there.

(This is part of the big 1873 project.)

Adrian Slatcher has this to say about the poems of mine in Dear World & Everyone In It: “[while] Éireann Lorsung may seem an untypical poet to begin with; coming out of America-Nottingham; feminist in perspective, but imaginative in style, her opening poem “The Book of Splendor” is a beautiful choice.” Well shucks. Although the odd opposition (accidental?) of my feminism and my imagination—which to me are in fact coextensive—is bemusing, to say the least. Thanks, Adrian, for your words, and for liking my poem. (It’s “The book of splendor“, if you’re wondering.)

Another review of the whole book is here.