Quinterview 21

As soon as we read the first stanza of Annette Volfing's poem Run, we knew we wanted to publish her in The Passionate Transitory: 'She had hoped for a hare. / Just one, something fast and mad / ripping the moon-damp fields, / a thumper like herself . . .' She sees the world with a delightfully fresh eye, and her poems capture moments with imagistic precision. We love her description of a garden 'creaking' under the snow in her poem Whiteout, and her image of muntjacs stepping out of a cloud in Run has visionary power. 

Annette Volfing

Another Passionate Issue

The Spring Issue of the newly-designed Passionate Transitory is now online. Do take a look. It's bigger and brighter than ever before! This new edition contains 61 poems by 29 poets — 16 of them new contributors. Once more, the standard of writing is very high, I think.

The Run

She had hoped for a hare.

Just one, something fast and mad,

ripping the moon-damp fields,

a thumper like herself.

Instead, after half an hour,

when her sneakers were soaked,

and the mist had dropped

like a bowl over Cherbury Camp,

muntjacs stepped out of the cloud;

paused for a moment, scarcely parting

the pearl and mushroom air; then ran

in trinity towards the copse.

Annette Volfing