TO DAVID FOSTER WALLACE  by Ben Wilkinson

TO DAVID FOSTER WALLACE by Ben Wilkinson

[See end of post for image credit] To David Foster Wallace   by Ben Wilkinson Since I was old enough to know myself I’ve been trying to figure it out – the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing, like half the time I’d chuck it all in; throw...
FIGHT SONG  by Paula Bohince

FIGHT SONG by Paula Bohince

FIGHT SONG  by Paula Bohince August 2014 A crisis on a monitor, and there’s this football field, white chalk formalizing grass, a spongy black track where I walk off my no-baby weight. A deadline has passed, so a journalist will leave this world violently as I go...
Kate Wakeling on Writing

Kate Wakeling on Writing

It’s taken me ages to find my way with writing, to feel that I was allowed, internally, to get on with it. From there, it’s been a brilliant and slightly terrifying experience to put a first pamphlet together, and I’ve maybe not yet quite caught up with the idea of it...
A challenge and response

A challenge and response

A challenge In your editorial to Rialto 84 you challenged your readers to challenge you and Fiona. Taking you at your word, here’s my challenge. Your Editorial vaunts the magazine’s eclecticism. What struck me however was not the wide ranging diversity of the poems in...
An undesirable garden  by Janet Rogerson

An undesirable garden by Janet Rogerson

An undesirable garden  by Janet Rogerson The cement mixer is here, one hand on its head, the other on its tummy. Our gardening books are thumbed grey. We mither over colours, the shape of petals, he insists upon a bed of brown tulips, stone-bells in the shade garden...
Quiet road home   by Dean Parkin

Quiet road home by Dean Parkin

Quiet road home   by Dean Parkin We haven’t spoken for miles and I nearly let it past but I want to go back, so turn around in a sudden side road, a quick shift that squeals wheels, try to explain, I need to show you. You’re unsure what’s been said,...
Laura Scott goes to Greece

Laura Scott goes to Greece

My Rialto pamphlet won the Michael Marks prize, and part of the prize is that you get to go to Greece for two weeks to be the poet in residence for Harvard University’s Hellenic summer school. I think if someone were to ask me what was the best single thing about this...
The Cab Rank Principle

The Cab Rank Principle

I’ve been thinking about the law over the last couple of weeks. Not that I’m in any trouble I hasten to add – apart from the usual one that I’m sure some of you have also been quizzed on by other members of the family: “Yes this poeting is all well and good, but when...