from the knotweed sonnets
‘sometimes I need / the sound of something pulled up from the roots / and tossed aside’
‘Understand friend, the conscience is a delicate broth. / Sometimes it feels good to be bad.’
‘Will it be for them / as it was for us, impossible to imagine oceans where there are now / mountains?’
‘You know about my / emotional drinking, and my night walks and my / fragmented heart-to-heart conversations.’
‘Remember when we were / young and the end was a black hole at the edge of forever, / a million light years away.’
‘held at the curve of the eye / for a dream of shared life’
‘It makes no difference / If the devil has been defeated or if it is your character’
Vertigo & Ghost
Two poems by Fiona Benson, whose Vertigo & Ghost is shortlisted for the Rathbones Folio Prize 2020.
‘One starless night, I was stranded. Needless to say, foreigners are often stranded.’
‘Unable to escape, I learned to see. / The price of clarity.’
‘There is no such thing as time or June, / only what you’re born into’
A new poem by Natalie Diaz.