Out with summer's heat, in with something hotter. Congratulations to the fifteen poets whose work makes up wave twenty-three of @iambapoet.com. You'll be able to read – and hear them read – all 45 poems from September 15th. #poetry #spokenword #iamb #wavetwentythree

RT @DBodepudi: Check these poets out!!.

In case you missed the big reveal at midnight, here's a reminder of the 15 poets who'll be bringing you poetry from September 15th .

Get set for poetry from Barnaby Harsent, Claire Orchard, Eric T Racher, Estelle Price, Helen Laycock, Hilary Sallick, Hilary Watson, Karan Chambers, Kate Caoimhe Arthur, Lysz Flo, Marie Isabel Matthews-Schlinzig, Michael Burton, Piero Toto, Sarah Wallis and Victoria Spires.

Were YOU one of the 15 poets picked to feature in wave twenty-four of @iambapoet from Dec 15th this year? Check your email inbox – you got mail . .

RT @iambapoet: ' . there were cows in the lake            having escaped their farm. for the cooling bliss            of a summer night s….

RT @iambapoet: 'No sudden movements, please. Still is best. The pupil he’s performing on closes her eyes,.head slightly folded like a bird’….

RT @iambapoet: 'On a rough morning          tide.with poor visibility.I see you out of        reach. You adrift of free movement.wandering….

RT @iambapoet: 'We looked at the nursery of clouds,.the two unthreading contrails. We looked at our feet,.nettle, cleavers, bindweed. We lo….

RT @iambapoet: 'He wants an assistente – a boy to prime.canvas, grind his earths and ochres. The pay – two soldi less than my age,.dieci pe….

RT @iambapoet: 'Those reeking memories.plague me. Remind me.of all I wish I’d done for me,.instead of giving that promise.of a better life….

RT @iambapoet: 'I need your chill; can’t help myself. You swoosh round my brain, frolicking.with neurones, make my skin fit me, tighter,.ti….

RT @iambapoet: 'Singeing a pyrography.quote on a wood block takes a steady. hand, patience, the desire to burn to be.certain everyone sees….

RT @iambapoet: 'The men who taught me care, almost starved my mother.to death. You tell me,.How do I open my mouth into a woman’s without.m….

RT @iambapoet: 'Even fruit bats get amorous in autumn,.making love, feasting in the swamps until dawn,.then off. Like us. Always coming and….

RT @iambapoet: 'I’m harvest for Norman Monks.who decorate churches.at Feast of Candlemas,. nature’s medicine,.rub on temples.to treat mal d….

RT @iambapoet: 'I walk in front for moksha.mangal sutra chains my neck.with the priest facing north.I walk east for liberty.dancing girl is….

RT @iambapoet: 'We are wet clothes. hanging on the line,.in the rain,. beginning to sag with the.weight of double-saturation  –.not knowing….

RT @iambapoet: ' . bones can carry years of non-stop rain inside,.yet still remain whole. It wasn’t always like this. A few decades ago,….