“Dark Sun”, “confessing” and “nag, stone”

In Poetry Issue Seven by Frank Heather

An existential fear of unknowing in Heather’s poems is made most explicit in “Dark Sun,” but it is also present in “nag, stone” and “confessing,” irrespective of the irony. Named: “this terror towards time” and “the swirling chaotic mystery of my past.”


“Drowning”, “Forms” and “Odysseus”

In Poetry Issue Seven by Theresa Ryder

The transient nature of life is nowhere more keenly perceived as in Ryder’s poem “Forms.” The irony is obvious: “When I die the world will stop spinning,” and then this: “I will be a form, a shape, a number, a colour, a sound.” A transitory traveller.