Will you record poems for our website!?


Dear friends,

Please forgive me for the radio silence the last few weeks. I’ve been preoccupied with many things, luckily all good stuff. As you probably know, since August we've been collecting audio recordings of the poems we’ve published. I’m proud to report many of the recordings are live now, read by the poets themselves. And also sad to report that many many many of the recordings are still absent as we were brutally ignored by some of our poets (no hard feelings haha).

We have only four hours of poetry so far. The longest is the brilliant Zachary Forrest y Salazar reading "Sons of God" for ten minutes & fifty seconds — what a magnificent reading. Nin Andrews’ voice will fix all the world’s problems. And there are many others that will give you goosebumps.

Still what is left is over 900 poems on the site with nobody reading them out loud. I imagine, some of those poets will eventually get to it. Poets are exceptionally busy as for most of us we have to do many other things to support this calling. Many I know hate the sound of their own voice. Since I was reached out by a few of our readers who wanted to lend their time and voice to this project, I thought I’d open it to everybody. So, if you’d like to record some of the poems we’ve published, we’d be v grateful to you!

​Please go here to pick a poet from a long list & read everything they have with us. Many of them have a single poem, so this can be a ten-minute fun exercise in reading. We ask for a poet's full run rather than one poem here & one there, so that whoever visits their page hears one voice all the way down. You don't need a mic or any professional set up — every recording in the archive so far was made on a phone. We will also credit the reading to you, thereby immortalising you until we’re ozymandiazed.

Some of our poets have already requested for their poems to be read by others, so you’ll be making a lot of people happy by volunteering to do this!

With gratitude

​Karan​

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Derek JG Williams


Derek JG Williams is an American writer. He is the author of Reading Water (2025), which was selected by Eduardo Corral as the winner of the Lightscatter Press Prize. He lives abroad near Zurich with his family.

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at dusk he maneuvers a green
garden hose through damp grass
tending his plants his darkness his night


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