Jynne Martin

‘It is the hour for farewells. It is the hour.’

Jynne Martin

‘The hunter pushes a bullet beneath his tongue to fix his aim, / or is it to stave off his thirst?

David Masello

‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’

Issue 100

Jamie McKendrick

‘No flood as parched as this’

Jamie McKendrick

‘When my father saw an advert in the Echo / for a big house at a peppercorn rent / he rang.’

Issue 100

Jamie McKendrick

‘greener / for an alien crop of hogweed higher / than us’

Issue 119

Jamie McKendrick

Maureen N. McLane

‘I gave my love and that stone / I gave my love still ring’

Maureen N. McLane

‘They party in the woods / as if they were meant for pleasure / not timber.’

Andrew McMillan

‘I hadn’t / realised it possible / that I might grow into kinder / ownership of my own looks’

Momtaza Mehri

‘like pasolini’s dream of an african oresteia let us be ridiculous’

Momtaza Mehri

‘salmaan the second son & his mama’s seventh seal by way of underwater & underemployment’

Issue 117

Richard Meier

‘At midnight on our third and final date / I stepped inside her Edwardian conversion / to find a stripped-pine, bookless space.’

Richard Meier

‘I’d gone there with my girlfriend of three years, / then left her three days after meeting you.’