Diana Anphimiadi

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

Fiona Benson

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

Cortney Lamar Charleston

‘Backtrack / to the bones of the matter, which are the bones themselves.’

Emily Critchley

‘to understand life / how to possibly / live in it / break it’

Kate Duckney

‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’

Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

‘A life is an open thing / leaking out into / the air around it.’

Miriam Bird Greenberg

‘Why wasn’t I better made / to refute assimilation’s maze’

Will Harris

‘I must / have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it.’

Amy Key

‘She is luscious / and plump like marshmallow; part edible baby, / part nosy neighbour.’

John Kinsella

‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’

Dorothea Lasky

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

Tim Lilburn

‘The mountain rises and sleeps backward / into a cloud-captured sun’

Issue 143

Nathaniel Mackey

Andrew McMillan

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