The latest issue (nº40) of The Dark Horse is a corker. Many readers have already mentioned their own favourites via social media, highlighting above all Rob A. MacKenzie's thought-provoking essay on Fascism and Criticism, which I too very much enjoyed as a counterpoint to the Twitter storm that was whipped up by the Martínez de las Rivas controversy.
However, my personal preference in this issue is for the poems by Ross Wilson. Apart from stoking debates, a key part of any poetry magazine's role is to enable its readers to discover poets that are new to them, and Gerry Cambridge has done an excellent job here in selecting these pieces. Wilson's endings are especially well executed. Here are two of them from ’Shine’ and ’Fitwork’:
...I catch what I can with my pen
so that when you read this poem
the light that graced you as a bairn
will shine in you again.
going on forty, I feel
clock hands speeding up
as my hands and feet slow down.
I'll now be seeking out Wilson's first full collection and reporting back here in due course.
Thank you for all the poems that have arrived and the scores still to come. I started on a whim. It’s grown like Topsy, and I need to get much more organis...