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from the knotweed sonnets

Andrew McMillan

‘sometimes I need / the sound of something pulled up from the roots / and tossed aside’

Already Two

Vladimir Mayakovsky

‘I’m in no hurry; I’ll not storm your dreams’

Amnion

Stephanie Sy-Quia

‘In the place where I grew up there were horses, thighs moving like nudity under their fur’

At the Peckhamplex

Will Harris

‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’

Best Book of 1891: The Birds of Manitoba

Sylvia Legris

‘During the pandemic, birds (along with many insects and wild plants) have landed in my life and poems again.’

Children in Tactical Gear

Peter Mishler

‘we watched the last / very colorful weapons / coming ashore’

Click-Wrap

Ida Börjel

‘You know about my / emotional drinking, and my night walks and my / fragmented heart-to-heart conversations.’

Collective

Tishani Doshi

‘If you need proof you’re alive, regard the oar / in your hand.’

Communion

Rachel Long

‘Behold the miracle of afro hair.’

Cosmos

Tishani Doshi

‘Remember when we were / young and the end was a black hole at the edge of forever, / a million light years away.’

Five Poems

Sawako Nakayasu

‘Although bara is homonymous with rose, this is not a rose-rose incident.’

Fossil Dinner

Daisy Lafarge

‘The poor dish looks just like me.’

Four Poems

Bill Manhire

‘There is only one of me, she says, / but we all know there are two.’

Four Poems

Ian Seed

‘We were afraid to touch it – it looked cold enough / to burn us.’