Peter Mishler

‘Shy yet contemptible object / in an unleaking vial collected.’

Vi Khi Nao

‘To unfriend the refrain of sorrow / One must break the ribcage of a city’

John Kinsella

‘This oven this earth as dust this water we watch vanish and ancient’

Jennifer L. Knox

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

Caroline Knox

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

Issue 146

Nick Laird

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

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.

John Kinsella

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

Momtaza Mehri

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

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’

Issue 143

Nathaniel Mackey