Ilya Kaminsky: Author's Prayer
If I speak for the dead, I must leave this animal of my body, I must write the same poem over and over, for an empty page is the white...
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Nkateko Masinga: a poem
Deranging Flowers Your fingers are like butterflies. Upon seeing your bouquet, the teacher says "It is rare for a man to be this...
Fran Lock: a poem
Goodbye Boys "the stain of absolute possession" - Eavan Boland no more of you, shifting your weight through pewter suburbs, dissembling...
Maya Jewell Zeller: a poem
Bowl of Clocks and Stones Friend E says you can have sex with the wind from a phone booth on a cliff, the ocean below rattling the...
Cynthia Manick: a poem
Urban Tumbleweed At first I thought it was just apertures and light, my father lifting the trunk – shades of my suitcases and his back...
Rachel Burns: a poem
Factory-made Nissan are making ventilators, and I'm reminded of my grandmother, who gave up her job as the priest's housekeeper to work...
Pascale Petit: a poem
Photograph by Saily Gokhale Indian Paradise Flycatcher your tail two comets of ice crystals your face a night- blue sheen as if dipped in...
Marion Tracy: a poem
Snowing Even when she's out of the room, or asleep, she can feel the trembling of sheets flung to the floor, of rings she dropped to let...
Patrick Roberts: a poem
The Surety My brother begins to find that collar a greater effort to wear Then the morning the pale-faced daughter And where God Of...
Paul Muldoon: Le Jongleur
Some days it looks as if I might be limbering up for my role as a human cannonball complete with an athletic cup. When it comes to...
Raymond Antrobus: a poem
Photograph by Suki Dhanda Here is the video for Two Guns in the Sky by Raymond Antrobus: Raymond Antrobus was born in London, Hackney. He...
Julia Copus: a poem
Love, Like Water Tumbling from some far-flung cloud into your bathroom alone, to sleeve a toe, five toes, a metatarsal arch, it does its...
Fran Lock: a poem
Mina Harker to her stalker Your bats have exceeded the belfry. Leather attrition of wings to wear the twilight into dark. And numerous....
Pascale Petit: a poem
Photograph by Brian Fraser Jungle Owlet What you didn't tell me is how poachers cut off their claws and break bones in one wing so they...
Richard Skinner: a poem
Image by Martin O'Neill Mists We must learn to love the mists, the way they waft through us, making the day larger more autumnal, turning...
Bethany W Pope: a poem
The Art of Love The best sex is always unromantic. When one body rolls into the other in the middle of the night, and some sleeping...
Ilya Kaminsky: a poem
That Map of Bone and Opened Valves I watched a sergeant aim, the deaf boy take iron and fire in his mouth – his face on the asphalt, that...
Pascale Petit: a poem
Photograph by Brian Fraser Green Bee-eater More precious than all the gems of Jaipur – the green bee-eater. If you see one singing...
Fran Lock: a poem
On incantation An off-white hotel bedroom in the pokey heat of summer: here is our old calamitous melancholy, come to cull my love like a...
Toby Litt: a poem
Photograph of Toby Litt by Mauricio Molizane de Souza Homo Sapiens The absentees prefer the places where they were now they're no longer...
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