Destiny in My HandsDestiny in My Hands Do you mock me, fair one? Do you insult me whirlwind of worlds unknown? Or do you try and tempt me? Now in my hand you repose Temperate lady destiny? Destiny in my hands Fair as a shell conch In my hand, my heart my being So fine, too thin to tread, The line I can feel and not see Yet too wide to leap, Hence destiny must I embrace A chaste peck on the cheek Formal, stone cold, dead Dare I enfold and entangle In my arms, my life, my

Clare Littleford – author of Death Duty

“CJ Sage distills the cadences of faith and flourish into a gorgeous bestiary

introduced by Kamal Abdellatif

the narrator is seen as a ‘Paki’ by the English

It takes as its start date the death of the great North-East poet Basil Bunting in l977

” – Pat Boran

Siân James and Stevie Davies have written of life on the home front and the impact of war on the lives of those left behind

which had its international focus on the Arab world – an ideal time to introduce the rich and diverse fiction and poetry that is being written in Yemen

were all there was to eat

The Threepenny Review

The leaves are fresh on the almond trees

Yeats singled out Smart’s A Song to David in the introduction to The Oxford Book of Modern Verse as the inaugural poem of the Romantic period