Poetry anthologies

Janine's sonnet, Another Country, is included in the anthology Poetry and Settled Status for All, published by Civic Leicester.

It is reviewed in Cambridge University's Varsity.

Thomas McColl and Janine Booth on London Live on 16 April 2018, promoting the anthology, Poems for Grenfell Tower.

Includes a video extract of Janine's poem, Bring it Home.

This poem was written in response to this photograph, for a collection of poems inspired by photos taken in Manchester, compiled by Flapjack Press.

Standing outside, he is
touting for business
Guys in the doorway
show he'll do it your way
Gradients matter
Top fades and patterns

More than twenty poets read their contributions to the anthology Coronaverses: poems from the pandemic. Buy the book here.

Attila the Stockbroker gives his endorsement to CoronaVerses: poems from the pandemic. (Well, he does have a couple of poems in it!)

And now for a passionate entreaty to buy a fantastic book of poetry.

Click here to read this very positive review.

In this article, prominent poetry website Write Out Loud champions the anthology and asks me a few pertinent questions.

Buy the ebook online here!

This book is emerging in the UK at the very beginning of April 2020.

Coronavirus has already killed over two thousand people in this country and many thousands more around the world.

I come to see you in this place
A train, a bus, a longish walk
A mask of growth veneers your face
We picnic, catch up, laugh and talk

A train, a bus, a longish walk
They brought you here to make you well
We picnic, catch up, laugh and talk
You've questions, jokes and tales to tell

POETIC JUSTICE?

by Janine Booth

A wise person once said that when there is a tragedy, a lot of poetry is written. The Grenfell Tower fire is no exception, as the new anthology, 'Poems for Grenfell Tower’ illustrates.

But the Grenfell Tower fire was not just a ‘tragedy’: it was an entirely avoidable mass killing, in which people died because they were working-class, in a building that had been clad in flammable material to save money and improve the view for its rich Kensington neighbours. Many of the poems in this book reflect that truth. It is an angry book as well as a sad one.