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Magma 68, Margins, edited by David Floyd and Lucy Howard-Taylor, showcases poetry from the periphery, from the hinterland of lives, spaces and themes.


Louise Peterkin Interview with the woman who trepanned herself
Michael Conley A Thrill
William Stephenson The Restaurant Without Food
Leah Umansky Cersei
Lyn Moir Dead Man’s Clothes
Hilary Hares Lament of the Night Cough


“You forget parties” Helena Nelson reviews Much Possessed​ ​by ​John Foggin “You forget parties” Much Possessed John Foggin (Smith / Doorstop, £9.95) Reviewed by Helena Nelson Much Possessed is packed with people. Nearly a quarter of the poems are dramatic monologues from characters as various as Lucifer, Richard III, Myra Hindley, and one of John Milton’s daughters. John Foggin is an excellent entertainer: there are numerous…
Magma 68 Editorial Margin / mɑːdʒɪn / from Latin marginem (nominative margo) for edge, border. Brim, brink, lip, verge, bound. Being the difference, the frontier, a kind of freedom. If the shadow of the margin is the mainstream, our aim for this issue is to publish poetry from the periphery, from the hinterland of lives, spaces and themes.…
From: “Writing Alongside the Disappeared - Margins and a composition exercise” by Vahni Capildeo The margins are where the clues to the liveliness and breadth of the text make themselves apparent. Rowdy animals bodied like musical instruments gambol, exact and glorious and gross. They make fanciful noise. Tiny plants spread like gorgeous weeds, rendered with the detail which indicates a loving hand. The central space of the page, however…
From “Marginalia - Poets, the Page and the Dream: a Tour of the Margin with Several Guides” by Katy Evans-Bush If all the world’s a page, as one might say, most of it is the margins. As in the ancient tragedies, offstage is where you find the real action. Most people are marginal, by today’s political and economic reckoning – in democracies where each vote doesn’t count, and with the money being hovered up by…
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