Given Peter Riley and Séamas Cain's comments, here's some output from corrupt press. They're not strictly British or Irish, in fact in no way British or Irish at all, but, well: if you've got it, flaunt it (something I can very rarely say!) ...
Circuits by Jennifer K Dick
In Circuits, Jennifer K. Dick engagingly writes—as in thinking around—how the idea of neural biology, brain research, technological advancement, and literature impact on the epistemological us of us. Is this our world, or our re-created world we are looking into while it is starring back at us head on? This is mutual co-creation—relation—reflection, where the author restlessly lands one precise word at a time only to move off quickly like a neural firing—which jolts, as poetry does best, the reader’s wires into new thinking! To have this book included in one’s library is a “no-brainer”—so to speak. (Joe Ross)
More info on this collection: http://www.corruptpress.net/?q=node/55
The Sun Brings by Christophe Lamiot Enos
This is the first English language collection from the French poet. He’s had two literary essays and seven verse narratives published in France and elsewhere, including four by Flammarion, Paris, in the “Poésie” collection directed by Yves di Manno.
More info: http://www.corruptpress.net/?q=node/56
And some chapbooks to be published shortly:
Bullets & Orchids by Rewa Zeinati
This is not your usual quiet, well mannered, little poetry book. In fact, it may not be a poetry book. It is most probably a journey: one where you can follow the workings of an intelligent mind on its surreal path through past and present, family and current day Middle East. This is not a book that will spoon-feed you. There is a refusal to give you words that you don’t need. There are no explanations. You are expected to be grown up. But OMG, the images. “I saw bullets though. Many were shaped like tongues.” You need to be on board this trip. Me? I’m going round again. This woman is the real deal. (Frank Dullaghan)
More info: http://www.corruptpress.net/?q=node/58
Catch by Diana S. Adams
I don’t know too many poets who could find beauty in reticence. It’s eerie in the way Diana Adams manages to turn the dramatic pause into something as special as a personal revelation. She’s the mistress of the herky-jerky procession. Her line breaks stun us with their warped generosity, their cautious love. (Steve Fellner)
More info: http://www.corruptpress.net/?q=node/57
Dylan Harris
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