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Relinquish
Kazim Ali
‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
Fourth Person Singular
Nuar Alsadir
‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’
Two Poems
Gary Barwin
‘it’s philosophy / coming from everyone at once // like a ballgown worn by the sky’
The Remains of the Day
Emily Berry
‘I am lying in the foetal position on a beach in the east of England.’
The Republic of Motherhood
Liz Berry
‘a cardigan / soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk’ – New poetry from Liz Berry.
A Pinch of Salt
Andrea Brady
‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’
The Blue Clerk
Dionne Brand
‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’

Two Poems
Vahni Capildeo
‘Fingers twirl / composite stems whose colour / twist rock-candies, snake-ladders / precious yellow, less-rare green.’
Assuming the Habits of the Day and Night
Vahni Capildeo
‘my every day is a being in of being / a mixity of worlds’
After Ann Lauterbach
Emily Critchley
‘The piano eyes me / from its corner – / colluding with the past’
Portrayal: A Double Portrait
Edward Doegar
‘You can’t control your face / The Empire has over-reached / Expressions // Have become flags’
Song for Goliath
Kim Fu
‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’
Three Poems
Kim Kyung Ju
‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.
Golgotha
Benoit Jutras
‘Our nation is a spell of nerves and gas. We say yes to monsters, to elegies etched in our palms.’ Translated by Daniel Canty.

Three Poems
Sylvia Legris
‘By the dog the minced oaths, / the god-wounds, the solemnly / declared chronical maladies.’
Two Poems
Pascale Petit
‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’
The Passing of the Contemplative Life
D. Ptryrczwz
‘she was not among those / I’d expected I might meet’
Mars is a Stupid Planet
Matthew Rohrer
‘Even astronauts describe / our air as thick enough to slice / and spread on toast for breakfast.’
Wallace Stevens’s Memory
Armand Garnet Ruffo
‘It was / a line that signaled absolute forgetting / and it made me want to weep into my drink’

Two Poems
Natalie Shapero
‘If I had no money for every time / I saw a stock photo of an empty / pocket being pulled inside-out, I’d / have no money.’
A Sharing Economy
Karen Solie
‘The Paying Guest rises in the middle of the night / to turn off the radio where no radio exists’