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In Medias Res

Jesse Darling

‘I walk the broken line like I once walked into the bar’

A Cloudless Sky

Michael Dickman

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

A Numbered Graph That Shows How Each Part of the Body Would Fit Into A Chair

Mary Jo Bang

‘It’s a simple truth that one can occupy two / places at one time while sitting in a chair—the same way a / poseable doll can be divided from her dress.’

A Pinch of Salt

Andrea Brady

‘When we’re close to weaning / ourselves history gives us its reasons / to return’

Advice Column

Kazim Ali

‘Me always untorn and enslaved / Weird notions of gender and ground / Nothing but you between me and god.’

After Ann Lauterbach

Emily Critchley

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

An Excerpt from sky doc

Joe Carrick-Varty

‘Once upon a time when suicide was a thought / folded inside a thought’

Poetry by Joe Carrick-Varty.

Apparition

Mark Doty

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

Assuming the Habits of the Day and Night

Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo

‘my every day is a being in of being / a mixity of worlds’

At me and beautiful problems

Eve Esfandiari-Denney

‘ancestry.com fucks with my mind’

A poem by Eve Esfandiari-Denney.

At Thirty

Paula Bohince

‘At thirty, I fled from my life / in a hailstorm and firestorm’

Blue Sky Thinking

Gillian Clarke

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

Cassiopeia (three back-to-front songs)

Diana Anphimiadi

‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.