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The Remains of the Day

Emily Berry

‘I am lying in the foetal position on a beach in the east of England.’

Hymen Elegy

Safiya Sinclair

‘Dammed my wet scream around those verbs / for a violence.’

Nobody Represents Me

Zeyar Lynn

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

Two Poems

Gary Barwin

‘it’s philosophy / coming from everyone at once // like a ballgown worn by the sky’

Portrayal: A Double Portrait

Edward Doegar

‘You can’t control your face / The Empire has over-reached / Expressions // Have become flags’

Two Poems

Karen Solie

‘Profit / unites great distances, yet its heart / beats inside us’

The Passing of the Contemplative Life

D. Ptryrczwz

‘she was not among those / I’d expected I might meet’

Three Poems

James Byrne

‘Another kind of people hobgoblins / the minds of little men.’

Maureen N. McLane in Conversation

Maureen N. McLane & Rachael Allen

Granta’s poetry editor Rachael Allen talks to Maureen N. McLane about ecology, lyric authority, and balancing poetry with criticism.

Two Poems

Vahni Capildeo

‘Fingers twirl / composite stems whose colour / twist rock-candies, snake-ladders / precious yellow, less-rare green.’


Rae Armantrout

‘Music needs silence / more than silence needs music.’ New poetry by Rae Armantrout.


Feng Sun Chen

‘Every day, I see a monstrosity in the kissing hole.’

Your Youth

Kelly Schirmann

‘I have never been in love / with so many variants of nothing.’


Javier Zamora

‘I will etch visas on toilet paper and throw them from a lighthouse.’

Enjaracon Sponaeda

Will Alexander

‘how can all the pressures of surveillance / fail to describe me?’

Heavily Redacted

Luiza Flynn-Goodlett

‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’


Jane Yeh

‘Her / Secrets play on continuous loop, // Like a B-movie.’

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.

Sundial Tone

Garrett Caples

‘light plays on the planet / long enough to tell time’

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’

I’ll Come Later Tomorrow

J.V. Foix

‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’

Two Poems

Grzegorz Wróblewski

‘Do you think I can get to heaven / with zero balance and a virus?’

Three Poems

Ahren Warner

‘Your promise has been extracted like the cow-horned remains of molars long-soused in a Diet Coke marinade.’

Stripes on My Shirt Like Migratory Birds

Hoa Nguyen

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

Is Fraid I Fraid Calendars

Vahni Capildeo

‘Haven’t you noticed people / are different since then?’

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.’

Black Rot and Mildew

Leontia Flynn

‘a look I’d managed to accessorize / with raw dermatological distress.’

I Used to Go for Long Walks in the Evenings

Stephen Sexton

‘My celebrity accumulated like a kidney stone: / children, pets, even some corvids recognised me’

Inside the house

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

‘the bell / was ringing from the chapel, they were there / expecting her.’


Leontia Flynn

‘The opposite of simply sitting about / in your head, like an egg in eggshell.’

Drama Lessons for Young Girls

Tara Bergin

‘So the young girls, / cast as naughty young girls from the Acropolis, / left – / just with some things missing.’

The Butcher

Stephen Sexton

‘Outside deer are nowhere to be seen and inside / the radio spectrum fills up with sorrowful little packets of data.’

Sonnet 3

Rae Armantrout

‘Your dad told me to tell you / how good you look to him right now.’ Rae Armantrout revisits Shakespeare’s sonnet 3.