At The Rialto – Late September

Please come and meet Nathan and Michael at The Troubadour in Old Brompton Road (London SW6 9JA, just up the road from West Brompton tube, or via buses Nos 74, C1 430) on Monday October 4th at 8 p.m. There’s a Rialto reading, part of our ongoing 25th Jubilee. The...

Advertising

We will hopefully in the next few issue be introducing a small amount of advertising to the magazine, we’ve considered this long and hard over a fairly long period of time, it’s involved a lot of tea, some cake and a fair bit of hmmming and hahing. The...

August News

I’m sipping a McDonald’s Hot Chocolate (maybe it’s properly called ‘McChocco TM’ or somesuch (no I checked the website it’s just Hot Chocolate, Regular or Large)) up in the sky at the top of Norwich’s Chapelfield Shopping...

Essex Poetry Festival

This year the festival will be running poetry workshops and readings around the county in conjunction with Essex Libraries and various poetry groups in Early October. Plus a big day of poetry at the Cramphorn Theatre, Chelmsford, where George Szirtes, Annie Freud,...

From The Editor

The Editor is back from two weeks holiday in Italy. We watched spectacular sunsets over the Sibylline mountains, endured a huge electric storm, a day and night of torrential (that’s the word) rain, another day of dark cloud cover (the oft mentioned blanket of...

No 69

The new The Rialto (No. 69) has gone to be printed. If all goes well (I’m always in full anxiety mode at this stage imagining catastrophes – why not the opposite?) this should prove to be a particularly startling and intriguing issue. It is scheduled to be ready...

Issue 68 – Out now

The Magazine Three issues a year, 150 poems, poetry news & views…Established in 1984, The Rialto features international names and established poets alongside emerging talents – it’s the poetry magazine to read to find out about what’s happening in poetry today....

From the Editor – Issue 64

‘The Mandate’ by Joel Lane THE MANDATE As the first ripple of the crowd’s laughter struck the air like a window breaking to let in a fresh autumn breeze, the Emperor lifted a bare arm and slowly wiped away a tear. ‘Oh child,’ he said gently, ‘if only you knew how much...