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Rain at Three

Tishani Doshi

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

Reception and Openings

Rae Armantrout

‘Because children suspect that objects conceal their powers and intentions, animators make an alarm clock run, screaming, in circles.’

Relinquish

Kazim Ali

‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’

Self-Portrait as Amnesiac

John Burnside

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

Solitude

Huang Canran

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

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.

Sundial Tone

Garrett Caples

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

The Blue Clerk

Dionne Brand

‘Now you are sounding like me, the clerk says. I am you, the author says.’

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.’

The Emotional Life of Plants

Rae Armantrout

An exciton consists / of the escaped negative / (electron) / and the positive hole / it left behind.

The Lady and the Skull

Angela Carter

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

The Making of the English Landscape

Simon Armitage

It’s too late now to start collecting football shirts,/bringing them back from trips abroad as souvenirs:

The More We Think About It

Michael Earl Craig

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

The Mountain

Christopher DeWeese

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

The Old Fuel

Emily Berry

‘And I'm / cranking out oodles of love the way an old spaghetti machine / cranks out spaghetti.’

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.

The Woman in the Moon

Carol Ann Duffy

‘Darlings, I write to you from the moon’

Three Poems

James Byrne

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

Toboggan Run

Fiona Benson

‘What would I give / to be one of those swimmers in all this snow, / swallowed by the cold and the night’s strange radiance?’

Traffic

Rae Armantrout

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

Two Poems

Niall Campbell

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

Two Poems

Sean Borodale

‘To be honest, this is dark stuff; mud, tang / of bitter battery-tasting honey. The woods are in it.’

Two Poems

Kaddy Benyon

‘Sometimes I am so afraid my envy / will hack at your figs, strawberries, / or full-bellied beans, I dig my fists / into my pockets and nip myself.’

Two Poems

Paula Bohince

‘What sparrows come, / come briefly, briefly displacing / the nothingness.’

Two Poems

Eric Anderson

‘Wanting to get it all in, like / Xerxes tipping his army’s arrows / with saltpeter / so to ignite the Grecian sky.’

Two Poems

John Balaban

‘Her mother planted a garden in Manhattan. / In that garden is a tree. Some look on it and feel restored. / Others, when the wind lifts its leaves, want to scream.’

Two Poems

Rae Armantrout

‘My long career / in explaining / my career.’

Two Poems

Astrid Alben

‘High up in atmosphere, vertigo intact inside Vodka & Lime’

Two Poems

Vahni Capildeo

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

Two Poems

Gary Barwin

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

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.’

Zeus

Fiona Benson

‘days I talked with Zeus / I ate only ice / felt the blood trouble and burn / under my skin’