W. D. Jackson: ‘Around 1800 in the township of Hanau, amid the great forests of Hessen in Central Germany, Marie Hassenpflug, then about twelve years of age, must have heard a folk-tale (or Märchen) – there was no printed version at that time – which she later told (with a number of others) to her brothers-in-law Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm, who included it as “No.40” in their Kinder- und Hausmärchen (1812-14), under the title of Der Räuberbräutigam (“The Robber Bridegroom”).’

March Vincenz: ‘Intuition shaping as
a physical act, then
(moving into the future of itself)’

Peter Larkin: ‘If plantations disforested this ground, can’t now recall rails to any other amendment, amoundment―――here clearance is not even its own new cutting―――alien alignments less any foray―――unbestowed upstream influence’

Richard Berengarten: ‘I hear a rushing, and swoon.
When I come to, I remember.
my guide has carved a wand
out of, all things, a bone.’

Michael Haslam: ‘ow does night
draw nigh? The light takes flight. The night falls from the sky
onto the earth.’

Alan Morrison: ‘Broad head ‘surmounted with silver’, smudges
Of thick curls giving her countenance the patina
Of one of her spirit-portraits palm-rubbed with
Plumbago through a sheet of paper,’

Manash Darwish: ‘I open your book in despair, I too need words,
Write a single word before you leave
I want to tell Eman, the line you wrote remains
Our faith, we shall gradually find it back.’