Category Archives: Poetry

The Great Cheese Riot

Posted on October 28, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

x THE GREAT CHEESE RIOT x Boston had its Tea Party. What of the Great Cheese Riot? Was it something to keep quiet about, happening as it did In 1766 at Nottingham’s annual Goose Fair Where you were free to … Continue reading →

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The Cob

Posted on October 25, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

x Taller than anything built so far, the Cob gleams golden In the sun : each curved window sees to that. Rivalling Mount Everest, only its air-con ensures That anyone can breathe inside its penthouse. x Seriously, the Gherkin and … Continue reading →

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The Warrior

Posted on October 21, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

x I am not suffering, me, from post-traumatic stress disorder. There is a reason for what we do. Their wives have weaponised Their wombs. Our problem is our democracy. We call it mowing the lawn, think of it as a … Continue reading →

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Eloquence

Posted on October 19, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

ELOQUENCE x Eloquence, versed in feats of silence, Loiter where the brown river meets the sea: Shall we watch the large sunset sink again, Or note the reversals on the sound – The dolphin afloat, the ship aground? Deciding to … Continue reading →

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Esse non Videri

Posted on October 14, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

What is the connection between Wallace Stevens and the Wallenberg family, I wonder. Esse non videri. That is as far as I’ve got. Here is a link to a history of the Wallenbergs. Basically, they are the most powerful family … Continue reading →

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The Truth of the Tale

Posted on October 10, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

He can’t see the wood for trees. Trapped in a thicket, He can’t see the wood for trees. Trapped in a thicket, He can’t find the bush for the bushes. A ram Caught by the horns, he can’t turn around, … Continue reading →

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The Last Bright Apple – Peter Jay’s Poems

Posted on September 8, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

All about Peter Jay’s book here Poet and editor of the esteemed Anvil Press Poetry list, now at Carcanet. The Blessings and the Curse of the Bright Apple What happens to books described as MINOR CLASSICS? I once asked a … Continue reading →

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The Cyst – from The Runiad, Book 14

Posted on August 6, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

From The Runiad – Book 14 x … I have been afflicted by a growth. It has taken root In my face, just above my right eye, exactly where my forehead Would make contact with my partner’s in a dance. … Continue reading →

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Atalanta

Posted on August 1, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

Thus it is on this planet. Self-importance may suggest posterity will grant us An immortal empire, that we shall rule the waves forever, but Nothing, nothing whatsoever can be relied on, x Not even one or two relics. It can … Continue reading →

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Boadicea – from Book 21 of The Runiad

Posted on July 17, 2025 by anthonyhowelljournal

x (As Nero fiddled and the city burned) the empire was horribly smitten: Eighty thousand Romans and their proxies died in Britain.  The island could have been lost for good. Moreover, all this ruin Was brought upon us by a … Continue reading →

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