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Ladies! Be Your Own Grave

Emily Skillings

‘the slightly annoying and toxic / first green of spring’

A poem by Emily Skillings.

Three poems

Verity Spott

‘I’m better now, & time spreads away / across the flood.’

Three new poems from Verity Spott.

Two Poems

Holly Pester

‘Abuse is the conjuring of madness’

Two Poems

sam sax

‘grief is an animal. we all know that. but which animal / exactly? what kingdom, what family, is it ever a fish?’

Two Poems

Hirata Toshiko

‘If I go to the window, / it could easily turn into bullets or rabbits.’

Summer. Gates of the Body.

Galina Rymbu

‘I want to eat your rough hand that caresses me.’

Four Poems

Ian Seed

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

Poem Written from Inside a Leather Pig Mask

Sam Sax

‘child who dreams of growing into / a swan only to wake in terror at a mouth / filled with feathers.’

Two Poems

Emmalea Russo

‘I cannot look at you as I cannot look directly at the sun without my hand / covering my eyes’

Amnion

Stephanie Sy-Quia

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

Three Poems

Hannah Regel

‘It makes no difference / If the devil has been defeated or if it is your character’

we are seen by the world / what must be seen

Nisha Ramayya

‘oh dirty feet blood-clotter / oh grease monkey clod-hopper / oh cloud-devourer spit’

Three Poems

Chus Pato

‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.

Two Poems

James Tate

‘I wanted to go for a walk, but I was afraid / of missing a phone call.’