(un)common Fredrick Seidel ’— Fiona Bennett‘I’d begun to

’— Fiona Bennett‘I’d begun to think that no poetry could reach me this year … I am

Julia Rose Lewis

while others ponder the ethics of killing a mosquito or the status of a ‘B&Q Buddha’

McMillan’s award-winning debut collection

Andrew Shanks calls his versions 'translations/imitations'

(un)common Fredrick Seidel ’— Fiona Bennett‘I’d begun toIn this anthology, we tread the common ground of not having. But our lives are very different and each of our voices spins a different tale. Read on, and you will discover (un)common worlds. There are dragons, cloud circling and deep dwelling. Characters travel by bus and by train. They walk, run or even fly, through the pin drop silence of libraries, through moon frosted streets and winter chilled parks, farms, houses, shops, cafs, and possibly the