Luke Kennard is the author of four volumes of poetry and two pamphlets. He lectures in creative writing at the University of Birmingham.

• The Solex BrothersTo a WolfLog CabinScarecrowThe Wolf’s CareerThe EsplanadeNotes

Kennard’s imaginative range is constantly awe-inspiring, coupling as it does seeming absurdities with healthy doses of down-to-earthiness to concoct, well, I don’t care to try to name what it concocts, because to name it would spoil my day. Reading “The Esplanade”, which concerns a spy and an assassin, sort of, it occurred to me somewhat belatedly that the voice behind these, um, things (the narrator? Well, maybe) is consistent. It belongs to a participant in what’s going on, someone who is a part of things but somehow adrift, at times very switched on and self-assured, at other times bemused and something of a spectator.

Luke Kennard is the author of four volumes of poetry and two pamphlets. He lectures in creative writing at the University of Birmingham.

• The Solex BrothersTo a WolfLog CabinScarecrowThe Wolf’s CareerThe EsplanadeNotes

Kennard’s imaginative range is constantly awe-inspiring, coupling as it does seeming absurdities with healthy doses of down-to-earthiness to concoct, well, I don’t care to try to name what it concocts, because to name it would spoil my day. Reading “The Esplanade”, which concerns a spy and an assassin, sort of, it occurred to me somewhat belatedly that the voice behind these, um, things (the narrator? Well, maybe) is consistent. It belongs to a participant in what’s going on, someone who is a part of things but somehow adrift, at times very switched on and self-assured, at other times bemused and something of a spectator.

Luke Kennard is the author of four volumes of poetry and two pamphlets. He lectures in creative writing at the University of Birmingham.

• The Solex BrothersTo a WolfLog CabinScarecrowThe Wolf’s CareerThe EsplanadeNotes

Kennard’s imaginative range is constantly awe-inspiring, coupling as it does seeming absurdities with healthy doses of down-to-earthiness to concoct, well, I don’t care to try to name what it concocts, because to name it would spoil my day. Reading “The Esplanade”, which concerns a spy and an assassin, sort of, it occurred to me somewhat belatedly that the voice behind these, um, things (the narrator? Well, maybe) is consistent. It belongs to a participant in what’s going on, someone who is a part of things but somehow adrift, at times very switched on and self-assured, at other times bemused and something of a spectator.