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…
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…
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