Jaan Kaplinski

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

Vi Khi Nao

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

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.’

Issue 133

Ange Mlinko

‘the victim of a mythological punishment.’

Issue 112

Daniyal Mueenuddin

Andrew McMillan

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

Amy Key

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

Noelle Kocot

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

Anne Michaels

‘I told you how the bison woke / the earth / I knew you were listening’

Ivan Landzhev

‘My chess teacher / used to tell me: / ‘Play your own game.’’

Zeyar Lynn

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

Caroline Knox

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

Hoa Nguyen

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

Jennifer L. Knox

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