We Wait for Poets by Manash Bhattacharjee
[In solidarity with Palestinian poet, Ashraf Fayadh] prophets have retired so do not wait for yours to come to you…
Counting by Ralf Webb
April doesn’t rain. We have spent days watching the truant magpies comb our cat-eyed neighbour’s lawn for bottle caps and…
Real Life by Suzannah Evans
The producers decided things were getting slow so I caught you with Arabella at the charity regatta, delivered a flute…
His Bottom Lip by Rachel Long
His Bottom Lip Clitoral, like finding a small, hidden part of myself in someone else. Nerve-wet, fleshy – for a…
Towpath by Neil Burns
I The Lagan – a muddy silt river – Barrel of roll-tide, ribs of clean branches Poke up water jutting.…
Poetry | Translated Love Letters by Andrew McMillan
from Norwegian / oh love, doesn’t the fact that the world is so big, / laid out like ripe fruit / make you want to stay? / from Arabic / how I long to cleanse you / in the waters of the Tigris / how I long, as though you were a small and / priceless artefact, / to take you in my arms / from Ant-speak / I will carry you carry you / through legions of grass / protect you from the thumb, / the sole; the eager-feathered bird / will not swoop for you / from American / love is just love, and I’m in it / for the ride, o.k.?
that tells me just exactly
Poetry | Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath
Old man, you surface seldom. / Then you come in with the tide’s coming / When seas wash cold, foam- / Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, / A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves / Crest and trough. Miles long […]
Partita, 1968 by Hannah Lowe
Partita, 1968 When the tabla and double bass are really moving the raga in full swing I think of when…
The Lighthouse by Michael Shann
The Lighthouse Markhouse Road So far from the wine-dark sea, a displaced monument to faith and absurdity at the turn…
This Dark Art by Neil Burns
This Dark Art If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which…
Difficult Cup by Isabel Galleymore
after Wu Hao’s Duke Cups The china cup is frilled at the rim like tired lace and all over it…
Lifesaving by Wes Lee
Lifesaving They don’t do it anymore, breathe into the mouth to save. We had learnt it reluctantly, lined up beside…
Refugees by Manash Bhattacharjee
Refugees I know a thing or two about refugees – As a child I heard father say, “We were sleeping…
Replete by Maggie Butt
Replete Enough of beauty – I have devoured small boats curtseying at anchor, green palace-dotted hills swarming the spice-scented shore…
Exile by Manash Bhattacharjee
Exile “I rested my mouth on your memory” ~ Yannis Ritsos, from Diaries of Exile [In the event of Greece…
Evening Light
Evening Light Brave bat in a bowler hat Blood shot eyes question What time does this light Depart? The light…
Giggles by Evdokia Charalampous
With her eyes closed she has been staring at the lamps on the ceiling for days. By now they must…
Five Bullets for Sabeen Mahmud by Manash Bhattacharjee
“Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?” ~ Jimi Hendrix, Purple Haze Sabeen had a list of crimes…
The Cult of Isaac by M. G. Stephens
THE CULT OF ISAAC We all know about Abraham, the great religions emanating from his skull, but what about Isaac,…
For Calcutta by Manash Bhattacharjee
As I leave for Calcutta I think the city Always that other city Its river Ganga Always my other river…
At the Nursing Home by Leland James
—inside an old man vacant by the window Hold me occasionally for the light is fading and I can no…
Different Faces by Manash Bhattacharjee
“I wonder sometimes where people store all their different faces.” ~ Trina Nileena Banerjee The face he wears every morning…
Two Hundred Twenty a Kilo by Nabarun Bhattacharya, translated by Manash Bhattacharjee
(Homage to Karl Marx) Nabarun Bhattacharya (23 June 1948 – 31 July 2014) On the floor of a slaughterhouse A…
Stripping Gaza by Manash Bhattacharjee
For Najwan Darwish A lucky three-year-old Is Saher* Abu Namous If Gaza didn’t explode The world would have Known nothing…
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