Paul Marsh

Lothlorien Poetry Journal: One Poem in Italian by Angela Caputo with English ... lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2026/04/one-po…

Reread Max Porter's Grief Is the Thing with Feathers today. I think the most impressive achievement of this book is structural - sustaining a clear narrative in a poetic form like this can be challenging. The voice of The Boys is where the book shines most for me.

We've been watching three of my daughter's dogs while they moved. It was time to step up the pack's training. Everyone has to sit and wait until their name is called and it's their turn to come in... or out. If one tries to cut in, we start over and that dog is last.

There will never be peace on Earth as sure as night follows day war will come the #investiture of madmen the road to ruin and I long to be above it all a bird on a wire or a child again happy in simple moments oblivious to the falling rain #vss365

So pleased to have 3 poems in Lemon Pip magazine from @pressLJ. Thank you so much. Here’s In Case You Don’t Know 🙂🍋

behind the face hides the #trickery of gesture answers are kept where no word dares to rest speech grows heavy with what it refuses forgets or withholds until even truth once spoken turns slowly into betrayal #vss365 #poetry 🖼️ Pinterest

About to watch Robert Bresson’s “The Trial of Joan of Arc”, followed by Dreyer’s “The Passion of Joan of Arc” because I’m obsessive that way and it sounds like a good double bill. I’m seen them both bunches, just not on the same day. A good late afternoon rerunning.

They don't trust me with sharp objects I drink from a plastic cup wise to my #trickery they watch me from their hub I should never have let the madness of love in he fucked me up & now I'm imagining that lonely field petrol & matches red flames licking at my heels #vss365

your name rests beneath my tongue, bittersweet it tastes of time what was, what is, what lingers ahead a velvet note that hums a song drunk on wine sweet as the bruise of a plum hidden in my palm you are the next-to-last word I reach the last is love 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ #FoxProse

The third page of my post is inadvertently a repetition. This is the correct one:

@sanjeevpoems3 Nigel Kent has captured your poetic essence perfectly.

While perusing the opening lines of Nigel Kent, the preeminent literary critic's, latest review on his blog, I was delighted to chance upon, "Readers of the April edition of The Candyman's Trumpet, edited by the remarkable Sanjeev Sethi, will have been reminded of the rich seam of poetry and abundance of talent to be found on the Indian subcontinent." In this buoyant state, my mind bounced to Nigel's fine review of my seventh book, the award-winning Wrappings in Bespoke (The Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK). I am posting it for you.

The US-based Digging Through The Fat is a literary and arts journal that, in its Community No. 19, published my two poems. I'm posting one of them for you. Change takes place with time: It's now called Digging Press Journal. Its next submission period: April 15-June 30, 2026.

@sanjeevpoems3 Truthful annunciations of the poetic kind.

eggs in the hedge wake hawthorn breathing soft gold light spring looking for its nest some rain-marked men following the slow procession of dawn #tankaThursday #egg #vss365 #man #tanka #poetry

A leaf of a spring laden tree sat at the foot of a man in anticipation of its share of sun L’il puddle to play w/ some chitter chatter, a weightless dream on water such fate in fall, a hand to touch its gossamer nerves its trembl’ gold pen in palms forever #vss365

feast of stars serves Night's wide hunger a single portion #inkMine #haiku #poetry #micropoetry 📸 from Spanish Banks, Vancouver BC🇨🇦

Nature a perpetual celebration of life. #storyin6 #naturephotography

Stay where you feel alive 🤍 #InsectThursday

The #Pen can’t takeaway Prejudice for jaded jasmine Jewels and pressure steps of soulful hugs that float on dream,moon leap twists Those fall wayside by times mazarine blue sky in some lovers heart #vss365 #BraveWrite #inkMine #FoxProse