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John Kinsella

‘They are superbly and viscerally unreal / and I feel their living drive’

Two Poems

Zeyar Lynn

‘Our errors evolved into nature.’ Translated from the Burmese by ko ko thett.

Nobody Represents Me

Zeyar Lynn

‘Do I have the heart to drink a glass of cool Coke?’

The Adventures of Amit Majmudar

Amit Majmudar

‘Never laid a snare for nothin. / Never caught a bullfrog. Broke / my slingshot wishbone, wishin. / Never had a smoke.’ New poetry from Amit Majmudar.

Three Poems

Sylvia Legris

‘Narcotic, / unworldly, a toxic doctrine / of undivine retribution.’

Three Poems

Jaan Kaplinski

‘Things didn’t remember their names and I have begun to forget them’

Stripes on My Shirt Like Migratory Birds

Hoa Nguyen

‘ “I got lost in my life” / which may or may not be / misheard.’

The Price You See Reflects the Poor Quality of the Item and Your Lack of Desire for It

Melissa Lee-Houghton

‘I walk away from you / without glancing back, in case you see in me something I don’t.’

The Heart Compared to a Seed, c.1508 (after Leonardo da Vinci)

Sylvia Legris

‘noce, the heart—the nut that gestates the tree of veins.’

from White Butterflies of Night

Jaan Kaplinski

‘I don’t remember whether I believed that I could just / abandon one life to begin another’

Two Poems

Noelle Kocot

‘the problematic / Ocean spreads itself out. We take it in stride, / And we do our best.’

Travesty

Ange Mlinko

‘the victim of a mythological punishment.’

Mouse Trails

Noelle Kocot

‘What I am equipped to do is different / Than what I have been called for.’

Come Again/Woods

Maureen N. McLane

‘They party in the woods / as if they were meant for pleasure / not timber.’

Hunters in the Snow

Andrew Motion

‘The hunters have all failed, / the three hunters and their forlorn dogs / now arriving home from the mountain / which thunders above their village’

Eliphaz

Raven Leilani

‘I sent messages in nine point font / arcing through the Internet, asking him / do you believe in our heavenly Father?’

Mz N Contemporary

Maureen N. McLane

‘I gave my love and that stone / I gave my love still ring’

It was discovered that gut bacteria were responsible

Kathryn Maris

‘Each bacterium was entitled to pay / a fee in the form of mitochondrial energy to purchase / a ‘dream token’ to be dropped into a Potential Well.’

Shunaka: Blood Count

Karthika Naïr

‘Shyama, Sister, why / the need for dazed allegiance / to men?’

Dasaratha

Vivek Narayanan

(After Valmiki’s Ramayana: Ayodhyakanda, Sargas 62-64; 66) For six days after Rama’s departure Dasaratha alternately...

Three Prose Poems

Sharmistha Mohanty

‘And the evening wind from over the sea makes that threadbare self billow like a tattered sail, all that resisted it now become the air on which it rises.’

Song

Silvina Ocampo

‘Oh, nothing, nothing is mine. / I am like the reflections of a gloomy lake / or the echo of voices at the bottom of a blue / well when it has rained.’

Biographical Detail

Ángel González Muñiz

‘The cockroaches in my house complain because I read at night’.

Two Poems

Hoa Nguyen

‘I wrote ‘valley’ when I meant ‘longing’ / Your laugh a river A trout kind of green.’

A Meeting of Minds with Henry David Thoreau

Andrew Motion

‘What am I doing here more than looking – / which I would stop / only to help things through their vanishing’

Never did amount to anything

Dorothea Lasky

‘Hi there, dear sister, I’m sad / But here to tell you / That you never did amount to anything’

Linked

Ruth Ozeki

‘old poems, like polished stones, / tumbled words to break my teeth on.’

Pyjamas

Rodney Koeneke

‘Lover, does it matter / how the river spends its glitter’

The Common Cold

Laura Kasischke

‘But here we are again, you and I, the / two of us, tangled / up and biological.’

The first resurrection

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’

Revelations

Ange Mlinko

‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’

Ange Mlinko | First Sentence

Ange Mlinko

‘I rediscovered the efficacy of meter (or the ‘contrast between fixity and flux’) when I was stuck in a shark tunnel with my kids and was afraid I was coming down with a panic attack.’

Passing Place

Helen Mort

‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’

Cofiwch Dryweryn

Jamie McKendrick

‘Remember Tryweryn’ – graffiti near Aberystwyth Soft water from Tryweryn reservoir was at our fingertips...

Meeting the psychiatrist’s wife

Lorraine Mariner

‘The psychiatrist’s wife / has a dress the colour / of that bottle of claret / you shouldn’t have drunk / last night.’

The Burning of the Rocks

John Kinsella

‘What locked-away / state of unawareness, other life form, / brings desire to combust / out of rock exposed to flame’