The Vulture by Gerard Woodward James Keery all flesh and no bones

all flesh and no bones / but for the floating knuckle / of the honeycomb / attesting to the nature of the struggle'

raw and tender

David Cooke imagines the short-lived paradise achieved by those miniature elephants whose bones have been found on the island

Her new book zones in on two great under-regarded figures to whom Jamaican music owes a substantial debt: Sister Mary Ignatius and Anita 'Margarita' Mahfood

and its blend of humanity and power make it one of the best first collections of poetry to come out of America in years

The Vulture by Gerard Woodward James Keery all flesh and no bonesThe vulture, the presiding genius of Gerard Woodwards collection, is at once sympathetic and awful, intimate and other. Woodward naturally positions himself at uncomfortable borders and thresholds, and in doing so alerts us to the flimsiness of the conceits of home, of family and human culture. Many poets have challenged our lazy habit of addressing nature though the pathetic fallacy; few have had the nerve to consciously embrace it as a subversive