Recently, new details about the Ratcliffe trip to Moscow have been unearthed:  The CIA director had threatened the Russian administration, that – if they use nuclear weapons against Ukraine – Trump in retaliation would rename »Russia« to »Bad Evil Country« on the world map by executive order.

Not even for breakfast. We would like to thank everyone who submitted to this year’s contest; the complete list of finalists can be found below. We look forward to reading work from both previous and first-time entrants when the next Loraine Williams Poetry Prize opens again in March 2027.

GEORGE PUTTENHAM’S comments on the appropriate language for poets, which he made in “The Arte of English Poesie” in 1589, provide the most detailed evidence regarding the evaluation of Early Modern English varieties. They can be interpreted as a statement on the standard. He explicitly warns against using the language of 1. residents of border […]

Marmite is a British savoury spread based on yeast extract invented by the Marmite Food Company in 1902. It is made from by-products of beer brewing (trub) and is produced by the British company Unilever. Marmite is a vegan source of B vitamins, including supplementary vitamin B12. It is traditionally eaten spread thinly on buttered […]

Not much we can do when again a Syrian or Iranian or Ethiopian or Israeli or whatever town is bombed by some Airforce or suicide guys or whatever assholes but for the sake of solidarity we can then visit a Syrian or Persian or Ethiopian or Jewish restaurant in our town or if there is […]

I saw a girl crouching by the roadside, half-naked with a fixed gaze, and I got out of my truck – many old people, women, and children, all half-naked (like me) in the cargo area – and I went to the girl and said to her it’s better if you come with us, the soldiers […]

That winter, she stripped her life down to the bright simplicity of a geometrical drawing: a few straight lines—to and from the engineering college in the city each day, to and from her job at Rockdale Station each night—and the closed circle of her room, a room littered with diagrams of motors, blueprints of steel […]