POEM Ross Cogan

NWR Issue 102

Professor Seagull

The gull’s language is oil
and small, dead things in pools.

The words lurch from their throats
like something wet prised out...

Ross Cogan won an Eric Gregory Award in 1999, and has won the Exeter Poetry Prize, the Frogmore Poetry Prize, the Staple Open Poetry Competition, and the Crabbe Memorial Prize. He has also been a runner-up in these, as well as the competitions Poetry London, Cardiff International, Ver Poets and Salisbury Kick Start Poets. He currently works as a writer, researcher and editor, and is also Creative Director of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. He has published two collections, Stalin’s Desk (2005), and The Book I Never Wrote (2012), both with Oversteps.

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