Issue 11
Ian McGuire

MR11 Editorial

Welcome to the winter 2013 issue of The Manchester Review. December here in northern England is a muted and chilly sort of thing: long dim mornings, shivering nights and a palette dominated by browns and greys. In that sobering context the work we feature in this issue is a reminder of other places and other […]

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Anthony Caleshu

Two Poems

22. The path   The sea is melting into floes.   The melt-water softens our dogs’ paws and ice splinters their toes.   We tie seal-skin boots they try to flick off.   We sled the ice-foot, the belt of shore-fast, until the air is as crass as the water below.   The grown is […]

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Jane Routh

Five Poems

Franklin, in prospect     Trad. it says on the record sleeve only a century later, now truth beyond question. Such enchantment in the tune. Sometimes I wonder who paid the piper.   *   Even the name beguiles: open, bare-chested to the weather, then slender and refined. We would not have taken on so […]

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Vona Groarke

Five Poems

The Blue Garden   Bluebell or cornflower, it’s all the one to the cherry tree with its many doors opening, hour by hour, on one colour as rooms with forgetful walls might do, their layers of paint and antique paper golden with birds and golden flowers, hunkering under a whim of novelty.   By such […]

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Órfhlaith Foyle

Death at Doo Lough Valley

1 It is wild in Killadoon. The waves roar at you. ‘You have to do something,’ Eugene the horse man told us. ‘You have to get out and do something here. You can’t just be sitting in, no matter the weather.’   A man stood in a small field, watching his cows feed. His elbows […]

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Moniza Alvi

Two Poems

Better By Far                    By bus?   Better by far a magic carpet, finely knotted, richer   than blood, broad enough to keep the family together,   islanded, apart from every danger,   journeying smoothly across the unsegmented sky –   not in the cauldron of summer, but in the fresher feel   of […]

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Rory Waterman

Three Poems

  Granattrichter mit Blumen (1924) after an etching by Otto Dix   Because he couldn’t forget it eight years later we stand ten yards from that crater, prevented from gazing into the heart: he blacked that in, held us back from it.   And he recalled the background bare, but etched a chain of full-grown wildflowers […]

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Richard Lea

Suburban Pastoral

—Don’t hit her with it Jasper, give it to her. The toddler looks round, distracted by a leaf. The purple doggie slips from his hand and tumbles down onto the lawn within his sister’s grasp. Louisa reaches towards it, leaning beyond the brightly-coloured playmat onto the grass, eyes wide, mouth open. She grabs it with […]

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Torii Grabowski

This Is Where It Will End

This is how it will start. You see him on stage, strumming a blue Stetson, his mouth tightened in concentration. You look at him through your viewfinder and capture him singing along with the chorus. He looks directly into your camera, and you let it hang loose around your neck. You hold his gaze, then […]

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Elvis Bego

Palazzo Meliponderoni

In the old centre of Palermo lie the ruins of Palazzo Meliponderoni―piles of rubble sinking in the scrub and weeds and the cherry and fig trees the neighbours now tend for their pantries. The house had stood there for five centuries and in a moment it was gone. The marchese di Meliponderoni, although the title […]

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Richard Hirst

Mothering Season

Jennifer has returned for the first time in almost three months. I’m in the kitchen, making Ted his breakfast, smearing toast with jam. There’s a click of keys, the creak of hinges and there she is, my daughter. ‘Hello Mum,’ she says. She looks unclean, dressed in the same shabby fleece and stained jeans she […]

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Peter Frederick Matthews

George X

George sees the wet weight of the meat, wrapped in paper, clinging to the side of the shopping bag. His father asks him, Do you want Liver and Onions? No, George says. Have you eaten? I just don’t want them. They’re your favourite. I don’t have any favourite. Favourites are for babies. George is lying. […]

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Kathryn Kruse

And With Such Great Effort To Achieve

“Such a curious place…So strange a place. So unmagical. And with such great effort to achieve the unmagical. Bless them.”  —Leonard Cohen, Live at Caesars Palace, Las Vegas   Tari Ann Merrin loved Las Vegas. She did not love Las Vegas the way most people do, as a weekend spectator, a passive member of the […]

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Kerry Hardie

Three Poems

  Retablo for Barrie Cooke This retablo has been made for my friend Barrie, that he may be easy within himself and free from pain or fear.   Helsinki Harbour is alive with floes that dip and grind against the nudging ferry. A dusk-fox waits for fish beside an ice-hole. An island is a fortress […]

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Helen Tookey

Two Poems And A Sequence

  Pieris japonica in Liverpool front gardens   It has an undeniably Japanese look.   It embodies the principles of contrast and asymmetry.   Its twisting woody stems are like laid paths in a Japanese garden, that open onto unexpected vistas.   Its leaf-growth, lying at different heights, suggests rock-terraces.   The scarlet of new […]

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Heidi Williamson

Two Poems

LETTERPRESS   ‘A print is properly a dent on the page. The whole history of letterpress is the abolition of that dent.’ Eric Gill   Your first challenge is how to read upside down and left to right. When you’ve mastered this, compose your chosen letters on the stick, like Scrabble. Don’t fret at impenetrable […]

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Seán O'Brien

Three Poems

Jardin des Plantes   The ruined summer’s lush despondency, Arrested, Tennysonian…Late afternoon Grows fog from all-day rain. Did we have prospects, once? We are the characters we’ve read about, Provincial and enraged At waking up to find we’re dead. In the insanitary capitals Grim functionaries glare Across the sodden parks As the invasion is delayed, […]

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Jodie Hollander

Two Poems

The Humane Society My mother brought home the strangest creatures: a lamb wearing a big white diaper; a blind raccoon; a wolfhound with a broken hip, spooked by birthday balloons—   Then there was Mary Lou: two hundred sixty pounds and bruised, she held a big leather purse, drank diet pop, smacked pink gum, went […]

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Joe Dresner

Two Poems

2d6 We followed the train of thought through to its termination. It was a mistake we wouldn’t make soon, but would eventually, again and again. The populations shiver and sit, mysteryless, like commoners knighted on the eve of a battle suddenly postponed or perhaps cancelled entirely, nobody knew? We hope it was once as simple […]

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