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John Burnside

'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'

Self-Portrait as Amnesiac

John Burnside

‘Shoeboxes lined with eggs and empty / pomegranates drying in a bowl, / mousebones and wicker, chess pieces, muddled coats.’

The Day Etta Died

John Burnside

‘I was marking a stack of essays / on Frank O’Hara / and each had a Wiki- / paragraph to say / who Genet was.’

Three Poems

James Byrne

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

Two Poems

Anthony Caleshu

‘Consider the dramatic events that become ordinary people like us.’

Two Poems

Niall Campbell

‘And so, last night, so cold, I listened to / the floorboards warp in the unwelcome heat.’

Solitude

Huang Canran

‘Two friends, who hadn’t met in a year / sat chatting in a house.’

Is Fraid I Fraid Calendars

Vahni Capildeo

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

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’

Sundial Tone

Garrett Caples

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

Hang It Up

Anne Carson

‘hang up your blood cell phone mr white slaver’

The Lady and the Skull

Angela Carter

‘In just such an emblematic a fashion / The world takes on / Human form.’

What the Doctor Said

Raymond Carver

‘He said are you a religious man do you kneel down / in forest groves and let yourself ask for help.’

Turn the River

Cortney Lamar Charleston

‘Backtrack / to the bones of the matter, which are the bones themselves.’

Cotton Variation

Cortney Lamar Charleston

‘fibrous little trauma fruit, wan little wound-licker’

Fly

Feng Sun Chen

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

New Tarzon Guided Bomb Hits Bull’s-Eye!

Don Mee Choi

‘Watch this performance carefully, for you are witnessing a new concept of modern warfare.’

On Jupiter Place

Nicholas Christopher

‘I didn’t know who she was anymore / maybe I never did or could –’

Inside the house

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

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

Blue Sky Thinking

Gillian Clarke

‘Let’s do this again, ground the planes for a while and leave the runways to the racing hare.’

Two Poems

Julia Copus

‘The me that was then / follows, watching from the dark / theatre of my skull.’

The More We Think About It

Michael Earl Craig

‘Yeah, something has slapped us. / We have definitely seen something.’

Four Poems

Michael Earl Craig

‘Running through the ages from this casual rabbit.’

After Ann Lauterbach

Emily Critchley

‘The piano eyes me / from its corner – / colluding with the past’

Home

Emily Critchley

‘to understand life / how to possibly / live in it / break it’

Opening Invocation

Jean-Paul de Dadelsen

‘Or otherwise, leaving the shore of the intermediate sea, / has it been a while since they’ve gone ahead / into the interior of lands of the spirit?’

The Mountain

Christopher DeWeese

‘When the oxygen thins, / the world gets less reciprocal.’

A Cloudless Sky

Michael Dickman

‘A cloudless sky and I’m back / an ice-cold sky-blue rag / for my eyes’

Portrayal: A Double Portrait

Edward Doegar

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

Rain at Three

Tishani Doshi

‘Rain at three splits the bed in half, / cracks at windows like horsemen blistering / through a century of hibernation.’

Apparition

Mark Doty

‘an orange plastic basket of compost / down from the top of the garden – sweet dark, / fibrous rot, promising’

Reflections on shame in sacred spaces

Kate Duckney

‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’

The Woman in the Moon

Carol Ann Duffy

‘Darlings, I write to you from the moon’

Two Poems

Joe Dunthorne

‘I’ve seen it hang in muslin / like a freshly popped-out eye.’