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The Self-Illuminated
Don Paterson
‘One, perhaps his psalter, / the other, a manuscript, or a portable altar.’
The Self-Illuminated
Don Paterson
Don Paterson reads his poem, ‘The Self-Illuminated’ in memoriam Peter Porter, from Granta 119: Britain.
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.
Two Poems
Pascale Petit
‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’
Abingdon Square Park
Rowan Ricardo Phillips
‘I once had had a thought / About a thought I once had had.’
Two Poems
Rowan Ricardo Phillips
‘It was a cruelty I first tried to blame on nature, / Then on growing up, on falling off, on it being / Just an old myth.’
Bird of Fire
Rowan Ricardo Phillips
‘No more, no longer the sweet difference / Between real and dream I knew.’