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‘I want the poem to destroy time. / What are the ceremonies of forgetting?’
An elegy by Nick Laird for his father, Alastair Laird, who died in 2021 of Covid-19. Shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best Single Poem.
‘In the place where I grew up there were horses, thighs moving like nudity under their fur’
From Amnion by Stephanie Sy-Quia, published by Granta Books and shortlisted for the Felix Dennis Prize for Best First Collection.
‘My brother and I hurried through sloppy postures of praise, quiet as the light pooling around us.’
A poem by Kaveh Akbar, from his shortlisted collection Pilgrim Bell, first published in Granta 156: Interiors.
‘I wanted to and then / Remembered why I want to never’
Poetry by Shane McCrae, shortlisted for Cain Named the Animal.
‘Would / the apple be concerned / if I said it was not an apple’
Poems by Padraig Regan, from Some Integrity, shortlisted for the Felix Dennis Prize for Best First Collection.
Jackie Kay has written the memoir Red Dust Road published by Picador. Her short stories, Wish I was Here, won the Decibel Prize and she last appeared in Granta 98 with the story ‘The Last of the Smokers’.
More about the author →‘It is not so much that we are splitting up that is really worrying me, it is the fact that she keeps quoting Martin Amis.’
‘I realize with a fresh horror that Jonathan is seeing me as the sin’
‘After a series of seizures in my temporal lobe, I started to forget words and say sentences backwards.’
Missouri Williams on the drive to circle back.
‘When young James Boswell arrived in Holland in August 1763 at the age of twenty-two, his first impulse was to commit suicide.‘
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