Frogmore Papers

My poem ‘Berlin’ features in issue 95 of the The Frogmore Papers, out now.

It’s the melancholy of old Europe, 
darling: the grungy rot 
of vegetables on a street corner, 
the busker at the station  
with his electric harmonium.
At Eberswelder Strasse, the green
is fundamentally green
and the train rolls onwards 
out of arthouse celluloid. 

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