Issue 126

Fiona Benson

‘What would I give / to be one of those swimmers in all this snow, / swallowed by the cold and the night’s strange radiance?’

Laura Kasischke

‘The moth locked up all / winter in the strongbox.’

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Christopher DeWeese

‘When the oxygen thins, / the world gets less reciprocal.’

Mary Ruefle

‘Those flowers belong to the dead.’

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Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘It looks like life, or its oasis.’

Jean-Paul de Dadelsen

‘Or otherwise, leaving the shore of the intermediate sea, / has it been a while since they’ve gone ahead / into the interior of lands of the spirit?’

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Ange Mlinko

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

Ange Mlinko

‘I rediscovered the efficacy of meter (or the ‘contrast between fixity and flux’) when I was stuck in a shark tunnel with my kids and was afraid I was coming down with a panic attack.’

Helen Mort

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

Joe Wenderoth

‘At first you treat him as a nobility – / a miraculous figure(head) / with no real office. / Then he dies.’

Charles Simic

‘Could they be the same person?’

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Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch

‘On tenterhooks / you think how string constricts, how / it connects, how you followed it back / to Rawtenstall.’

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Rachael Boast

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Ellen Bryant Voigt