Category Archives: Poetry

The Vintage to the Dungeon

Posted on February 3, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

The Vintage to the Dungeon – a poem by Richard Lovelace I. Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde? Chorus Besides your … Continue reading →

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NOUVEAU RÉGIME

Posted on February 1, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x The children keep disappearing. They vanish, into thin air. From Little Saint James, Khan Unis or Khartoum, Tampa, Columbus, Baton Rouge, the children keep disappearing, Just as they did from the view of Théophile de Viau And Rétif de … Continue reading →

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Anatomy of Emptiness

Posted on January 28, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x It is not easy to create emptiness. What should you tip it into? A deserted square, Possibly by moonlight? Time is the perspective Lending it a depth. Here, in an abstracted way, Melancholy toys with metaphysics. Emptiness recalls all … Continue reading →

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A Review of “Near Calvary” by Nicholas Lafitte

Posted on January 27, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

As a further tribute to John Welch – who published this seminal collection by Nick Lafitte: Alan Morrison on Nicholas LafitteNear Calvary – Selected Poems 1959 – 1970, The Many Press ISBN 0 907326 20 X No Macro Lover Nicholas … Continue reading →

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John Welch 1942-2025

Posted on January 26, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x I remember him reading his elusive poems under a gnarled sycamore at the far end of a field on my mother’s Hampshire farm – Purdies Farm – that lovely summer when we held an arts festival there in the … Continue reading →

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Snap

Posted on January 22, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x I was a war widow’s only child. Her mother was a frightful tease. She would say anything to get a rise Out of my mother or me. A war widow herself, She lived with her house-keeper As my mother … Continue reading →

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Clemency at White Lodge

Posted on January 10, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x THE SUMMER-HOUSE BURIED BY SNOW x There were girls asleep on the beds, upstairs and down. I was living in the dreams of Paul Delvaux. When they woke up, it was slowly, slowly, and then One hit another on … Continue reading →

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Autumn

Posted on January 5, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

AUTUMN, a fragment of a diary in verse, has just been re-issued as a Grey Suit Heyzine edition See also this list of all books presented in this format CHAINLINK gave Autumn an excellent review, and did an interview with … Continue reading →

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THEOSIS

Posted on January 4, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

x Uber delivers you your order from MacDonalds. Now you can relax and watch the game. A pop trash white who has somehow risen to the top, As monarch you might well be constitutional But you’re not. Rather, you choose … Continue reading →

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My Father and his Motorbike with its Side-car

Posted on January 4, 2026 by anthonyhowelljournal

WILDERNESS ROAD x While seagulls fight for lamp‑posts near the timber stores, Inside the drawer, his folded airmail fades. Behind those bricked-up windows, boarded doors, His motor-bike once led your small parades. x You lost its little rider where the … Continue reading →

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