Louise Longson: a poem
Shroud I am the nadir of stratification. I have touched the earth. It has made me unclean. I am the untouchable; the intangible. Beauty...
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ONE HAND CLAPPING
Stephen Boyce: a poem
Nest See this light-as-a-feather coracle of love, constructed from jetsam and shavings, fibres and twigs, each stem of grass, every...
Jamie O'Halloran: a poem
Listening to Bach's Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major: First Wave Spring I. Prelude First the turning, a funnel of bowing...
Shannon Hardwick: a poem
In the Dream My Mother Comes to Me Having Just Lost a Child We stood at the water's edge. We seemed happy or terrified. When the burning...
Jim Lloyd: a poem
Intake Daily, drearily, I pace this path. And now a precise easterly interrogates the star-white aspens richtering the ocean's tempest –...
Phil Miller: a poem
Christmas The day I ate a bauble. Sheen like shells, it was glassy and long, plucked from the tree, its silver strobed, as light as my...
Charline Lambert: a poem
from Dialyzing, by Charline Lambert Translated from the French by John Taylor A desire is an incipient fire in one sense. Like a...
Kaylen Forsyth: a poem
Warsaw Bird i. When entering the room, I could only speak in our old tongue. I shouted against the walls. I shouted at you, Warsaw bird,...
Osip Mandelstam: two poems
It's twice I've died, but I have to live now: this town's in high spirits, high-cheeked and pretty, though water has left its mind...
Carla Sarett: a poem
The Man in the Pink Skirt Ahead of me, the heap turns into a young man – he's sprawled on cement with a shampoo bottle. He's so new to...
Katy Aisenberg: a poem
Self-portrait as Miss Clavel She wanted someone to know everything about her. What she dreamed and when she Woke and whether she really...
Matt Dennison: a poem
Arrowhead Ridge In this pathless journey two boys on bikes compete with the morning hillside's fifty little goat butts winking at the...
Jay Klokker: a poem
Time Machine For Iliana After you told me your teacher is making you write poems you showed me the dirt-flecked grey Olympia portable you...
Finola Scott: a poem
The turning tide These dark and housebound days I am not sure if I can thole it anymore: his moods; the coldness and his scowls. But...
Moira Walsh: a poem
Still I was born looking I didn't cry Scanning the room I was possibly searching for – In other words, snow fell from the moon in heaps...
Aaron Lembo: a poem
Go Girl Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection Sister Carmela educated me in Religious Studies. At Roman Catholic Mass, each...
Rob A. MacKenzie: a poem
© Ryan McGoverne The Victoria Bar Victor, when he's not in church, hangs out in the bar and thinks about the church, the long aisle...
Pratibha Castle: a poem
Knickers By the river Liffey she stepped out of satin knickers sighing like peachy petals around her ankles, elastic – growing lax...
Zoë Green: a poem
Pandemic Love Commute I drove through death all that summer. One time, the dawn bloomed warm as blood in my rearview mirror as I drove...
Anne Carson: "The Trojan Women"
Here is a selection of pages from the new collaboration between the visual artist Rosanna Bruno and the poet and classicist Anne Carson....
Wayne Holloway-Smith: a poem
The air itself inside the tiny, inside the candy-coloured theatre, open to the beachfront, sweet to the retina, and wriggling, you might...
Fran Lock: two poems
"the courage to be repulsive" Fragments after Claude Cahun lifeless living. a wolf, crying. long-legged literalists. art redefined as...
Jamie O'Halloran: a poem
Number These days, I have been counting trees and their places. I counted seventeen different trees in five places. That was before I...
Nkateko Masinga: a poem
A Stranger Comments on Your Lover's Accent and You Have No Mouth for a Week you say he’s not from here and she says you can’t trust a man...
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