Helen Mort

‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’

Wayne Miller

‘After the plane went down, / the cars sat for weeks in long-term parking. / Then, one by one, they began to disappear / from among the cars of the living.’

Issue 158

Rachel Long

‘Till uni do us part.’

Rodney Koeneke

‘Lover, does it matter / how the river spends its glitter’

Jill Osier

‘I watch her help, / gathering the leaves to her like love, / hiding herself.’

Issue 125

Ange Mlinko

‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’

Issue 130

Karthika Naïr

‘Shyama, Sister, why / the need for dazed allegiance / to men?’

Soledad Marambio

‘They told her a thrush came into the house / and fell asleep by the TV.’

Dorothea Lasky

‘In this life // There is always time // To make a comeback’

Derek Mahon

‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’

Silvina Ocampo

‘Oh, nothing, nothing is mine. / I am like the reflections of a gloomy lake / or the echo of voices at the bottom of a blue / well when it has rained.’

Issue 143

Nathaniel Mackey

Issue 164

Oluwaseun Olayiwola

‘Worth. It circles around you – / the increasing gap between the surface’

A poem by Oluwaseun Olayiwola.

Hoa Nguyen

‘ “I got lost in my life” / which may or may not be / misheard.’