Poetry | Poem by Kyriakos Frangoulis
The moon is a sealed coffin A boast The moon of poets The moon of dogs The moon of ovaries…
Poetry | A Letter from Brooklyn by Derek Walcott
Derek Walcott A Letter from Brooklyn An old lady writes me in a spidery style, Each character trembling, and I…
Poetry | The Sleepers by Sylvia Plath
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie…
Poetry | Atlantic Palimpsest by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
-for Heaney and the Peace Bridge Grey and greying sky reflected in choppy body, as our matching heron performs his…
Poetry | The Goldfinches of Rome by Peter Anderson
Carduelis carduelis (Fringilla carduelis. Linn. 1758) Dawn on the Palatine: planets bow out, stars pick their way through rat-traps and…
Poetry | Waking Under the Walnut Street Bridge by Mara Adamitz Scrupe
Mara Adamitz Scrupe Waking Under the Walnut Street Bridge let me persist but not divide …
Poetry | On His Deafness by Damian Grant
‘No-one has ever written a poem “On His Deafness”’; (David Lodge, Deaf Sentence). – – – – – – – –…
Poetry | Under the Loquat by Peter Anderson
He had that majority under the loquat, rain falling like a god in gold, the breakthrough sun, and the spin…
Poetry | The Line by Fiona Sampson
Fiona Sampson The Line White trunks divide the dark beside the line and in the dusk trees pause since if…
Old mother moor by Sarah Westcott
Old mother moor is bitter – peat is the thinnest of comforts the bedrock is recalcitrant as teeth moor like…
Poetry | The Air Has Cleared by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee The Air Has Cleared . The air has cleared today, Over the city, and in my head,…
Through it by Ila Colley
This is not throwing plates, how you ask me. Too late for that. This is a whisper dissection. This is…
The First Time They Lowered The Flags by Peter Ainsworth
The first time they lowered the flags The President bowed his head. The next time they placed flowers To mourn…
Acrostic by Sudeep Sen
(R.I.P. Derek Walcott: January 23, 1930 – March 17, 2017) Deep seas of yesteryears wash new froth on your home…
Pigeons by Kate Bingham
I It’s just the same old air a person breathes, roughly the same respiratory system, steady compared with ours, the…
We Are The Cenotaphs by Aaron Fagan
Over a cup of Marco Polo And a bowl of bird’s nest soup, Listening to the world as a whole…
Competence by Anna Kahn
There is nothing in this room for those who have not learned to sing without thinking, who don’t know where…
Bright Celestial Objects by Rebecca Goss
After Alison Watt, ‘Venus’ (2015) Their backs against the grass, she felt a pull, as if the leaves on the…
Madness by Patrick Cash
There’s a stream by the Avon ward Where I stand to watch the water flow And unwind the whirlpools of…
Puddocks by John Greening
for SECH Clare would have called these five red kites circling above dead or stag’s-headed oaks like iambs broken…
That Boy by Robert Nazarene
He was patient as a dead bird. He perched on the ledge of bottom and rocked. He was the…
Shining Shoes by Nausheen Eusuf
Weekends, growing up, I’d watch my father as he sat on a low stool in the veranda surrounded by half…
I Don’t Live in a Mountainous Country by Talin Tahajian
We look up, & beyond the maple trees & the brick steeples with weathervane roosters, clouds billow as sleeping monsters.…
Questions Concerning Aristotle’s Tomb by Manash Bhattacharjee
An archaeologist in Greece unearths Aristotle’s Tomb; others dispute the evidence. If Aristotle’s ideas are consulted, the archaeologist Needs to…