The Last Weather Observer by Matthew Rice Tony Frazer I see p-e-a-r for a

I see p-e-a-r for a second before I see

A scorpion appears in a shower

without sacrificing a note of its urgency or remarkable skill

The parades of flesh winding their way through Nomura’s poem are living creatures both human and non-human

from the unimaginably archaic age before Homer to the various afterlives of Latin right into the present era and to Sappho on Inishbofin consorting with Irish poets of today’—Fleur Adcock

The Last Weather Observer by Matthew Rice Tony Frazer I see p-e-a-r for athis is gorgeous, subtle and heartfelt work. Matthew Rice can take a single memory, carve it out of the infinitely re configurable past, then light and shoot it so that it resembles heaven or hell. The pause at the red light, the school canteen, those we lose, those we keep, then lose; the connections which might arise from a song or a video game. Transporting stuff Luke Kennard These poems are attuned to threat, loss, disappointment, resolve. A tense