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Four Poems

Crispin Best

‘i feel good like a person / holding flowers on a train / feels dumb’

we are seen by the world / what must be seen

Nisha Ramayya

‘oh dirty feet blood-clotter / oh grease monkey clod-hopper / oh cloud-devourer spit’

Three Poems

Chus Pato

‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.

Three Poems

Anthony Anaxagorou

‘we are born / to a siren and the wail of each other’

From This End of Sadness

Peter Gizzi

‘I did not understand / the code that held / me to the world.’

Two Poems

Heather Christle

‘I am asking in case it happens, / because anything can and even does.’

Quantum Displacement

Nuar Alsadir

‘I don’t want / to be a figure others lean their names into’

Two Poems

Rae Armantrout

‘A glowing purse / that unlatches / with a snap’

Two Poems

Mei-mei Berssenbrugge

‘You divide space you think time occupies, not motion itself.’

Two Poems

James Tate

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I was afraid / of missing a phone call.’

Four Poems

Mark Waldron

‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’

Liz Berry and Mona Arshi In Conversation

Liz Berry & Mona Arshi

‘I longed for poems to meet me in my sorrow and help me know how to live in that new world, how to survive it.’

Two Poems

Jennifer L. Knox

‘The Tanners are like mushrooms: born with every molecule / they’ll ever need.’

Two Poems

Jenny George

‘This had happened once before, / when my life first split / into comfort and pain.’

Two Poems

Joe Dunthorne

‘I’ve seen it hang in muslin / like a freshly popped-out eye.’

Four Poems

Michael Earl Craig

‘Running through the ages from this casual rabbit.’

Two Poems

Caroline Knox

‘Make way, please, for the / cold blob; not blog, it’s / blob.’

Two Poems

Yanyi

‘It murmurs beneath the crust of the ground, or a person who serves as the ground you stand on.’

Two Poems

Rebecca Tamás

‘that huge cobalt industrial complex eye / how can anything be that big’

Two Poems

Anthony Caleshu

‘Consider the dramatic events that become ordinary people like us.’

Cotton Variation

Cortney Lamar Charleston

‘fibrous little trauma fruit, wan little wound-licker’

Two Poems

Julia Copus

‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’

The Politics of Feeling

Nick Laird

‘Everything already is fraying at the edges if not completely gone.’

In Ballard

Alissa Quart

‘We name stuff and hope / that’s proof. How / reporting works.’

Three Poems

Miyó Vestrini

‘It was fake that your hugs were convulsive / and your furies unpredictable.’ Translated by Cassandra Gillig and Anne Boyer.

Two Poems

Jana Prikryl

‘his balance / between person and / abstraction’s so stirring I want no other token for anything can happen’

Fyodor Denisovich Konstantinov

Lev Ozerov

‘A piece of boxwood, gripped in a vise, / waits on the workbench for his knife.’ Poetry by Lev Ozerov, translated from the Russian by Boris Dralyuk, and introduced by Robert Chandler.

Turn the River

Cortney Lamar Charleston

‘Backtrack / to the bones of the matter, which are the bones themselves.’

Bob

Jana Prikryl

‘he cut out small talk / not hearing it, convincingly deaf to its nothing’

Two Poems

Miriam Bird Greenberg

‘Why wasn’t I better made / to refute assimilation’s maze’

Comic Timing

Holly Pester

‘I went to Ilford alone / was handed a pink laminated square’

Three Poems

Sophie Robinson

‘you can call my price by any name and she will come just the same’

Tether Tennis

John Kinsella

‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’

I Wrote a Poem About a Fucking River

Samantha Walton

‘though I’ve sat where torrents recall no slush / I’m drawn by your ceramic explosions’