Ishion Hutchinson

'the sand trenches, where the anonymous / sprung up a permanent humility.'

Poetry from Ishion Hutchinson

Ishion Hutchinson

‘The train station was a cemetery. / Drunk with spirits, another being entered.’

Hiromi Itō

‘Who connects with the next woman / With tens and hundreds and thousands of women.’

Kim Min Jeong

‘You think I like being called Cherry / because your cat’s named Cherry?’

Tyehimba Jess

‘Let me tell you how / white hands kilned me / in the moonless middle / of night.’

Troy Jollimore

‘Our conversations faltered, the celestial musicians / took a break between sets, and all the little engines / we had so painstakingly gathered and constructed / lapsed into stillness for a few brief moments.’

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.

Benoit Jutras

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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.