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…
Four Watercolours by Sudeep Sen
The London Magazine has been celebrating the life of our former editor, Alan Ross. An important figure in the literary…
Home from Greece by Robert Selby
Above whitewashed, tabby-haunted Kamari, I wearied of the incessant inversions in Pope’s Homer, and left my self-improvement’s cooling terrace to…
What You Call Your ‘Winter Mode’ by Patri Wright
On the wicker chair I wait for the duvet’s rise: you’re just a mound, breath, as I worry over why,…
Men by Belinda Rule
I only like imaginary men, the ones who think my art is the most transporting thing they have ever seen,…
Two Poems by Sean Borodale
Response to Finding a Fossil at Writhlington Coal Batches: A Fossil (a Fern) on Writhlington Batches Re-Take (Pt.II) Time not…
Coming Thunder by James McAskill
When we stole the eggs from the barn that June you said we held life in our hands. Untrue I…
Eros and Asbo by Miles Burrows
As a man under a restraining order Still follows his ex about from day to day I stalk your shadow…
Onion Music by Mark Fiddes
I grow lighter for you with each striptease from skin to skin leaving a glimmering bulb a milk light by…
Social Contract by Rachel Willems
The politeness, not leaving any butter in the jam, or jam in the butter, or shoes in the hall. Not…
Caries by Fiona Sampson
Little hole little well of dark staining the lacquer of my tooth little confessor coming close and coming close why…
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