Yanyi

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

Rebecca Tamás

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

Anthony Caleshu

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

Cortney Lamar Charleston

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

Julia Copus

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

Nick Laird

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

Alissa Quart

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

Miyó Vestrini

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

Jana Prikryl

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

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.

Cortney Lamar Charleston

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

Jana Prikryl

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

Miriam Bird Greenberg

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

Holly Pester

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

Sophie Robinson

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

John Kinsella

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

Samantha Walton

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

Kate Duckney

‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’

Mary Ruefle

‘One of the loveliest possibilities / is that the truth is made of glass’

Diana Anphimiadi

‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

‘A life is an open thing / leaking out into / the air around it.’

Irene Solà

‘I wore off my tongue / like candy’ Translated from the Catalan by Oscar Holloway.

Momtaza Mehri

‘like pasolini’s dream of an african oresteia let us be ridiculous’

Fiona Benson

‘days I talked with Zeus / I ate only ice / felt the blood trouble and burn / under my skin’

Momtaza Mehri

‘salmaan the second son & his mama’s seventh seal by way of underwater & underemployment’

Eugene Ostashevsky

‘Making sense of a feeling is like building a boat from water.’

Chelsey Minnis

‘I’m going to smash the geraniums. / Do you mind, darling?’

Andrew McMillan

‘I hadn’t / realised it possible / that I might grow into kinder / ownership of my own looks’

Kristín Ómarsdóttir

‘cut a piece from a lip and put in a secret place’ – New poetry translated from the Icelandic by Vala Thorodds.

Nathaniel Mackey

Will Harris

‘a man caught my eye as I was about to cross the road / and asked to shake my hand. You have a kind face, he said.’

Chelsey Minnis

‘It’s dangerous like a very powerful doorbell. / Or a portrait covered with a blanket.’

Sarah V. Schweig

‘In my crumbling country every day, / people spend their lives standing in lines / to buy designer sneakers.’

Swati Rana

‘Imagine all the prodigal / People, hoping only to / Escape every human mistake.’

Amy Key

‘She is luscious / and plump like marshmallow; part edible baby, / part nosy neighbour.’