Poetry

Sylvia PlathBerck-Plage   Sylvia Plath's poem 'Berck-Plage' appears in the June 1963 edition of The London Magazine, edited by Alan Ross. Born in 1932, Sylvia Plath...

Camille RalphsAbel as Cain  Black light: restless and backless, roiling night. Too legion raging tempests’ testy sound Bounds, over boundless hours, coils of ground; Too soon the noonday...

Andrew WellsTwo Poemsgoldfish poemeach corner laid bare like – see all corners laid before me – of what/ of the great big blue / what kind of I am...

Jasmine GrayTwo Poems  decorativeyour vulnerability is that you are a joke you know you are a bruised peach you can pinpoint the date and time it all...

Adrian MitchellThe Fox A prolific poet whose verse tackled social injustice, nuclear disarmament, racism and violence, and was often declaimed at political demonstrations, Adrian Mitchell's...

Peter ScalpelloTwo Poems from Limbic The following poems are from Peter Scalpello's collection Limbic, published by Cipher Press. The collection explores masculinity, queer joy, chemsex,...

Frank DullaghanAll Fools Day & Mischief  All Fools DayIt’s an old joke – send a fool on a fruitless errand – a dozen cock eggs, a pound...

Aaron Fagan Natural Tuning Green Dusk for Dreams  Nothing exciting ever happens here because I fear I’m dead when I close my closed eyes As one who may...

Jack Houstonjust dessert  it was then that they reachedacross the table & jammeda finger into the firmswirl of my custard& digit glistening withdrewto lick that indexslowly & purposefullyclean while I stareddown & watchedtheir knuckle’s circumferencesmoothly ooze...

Natalie ShawIce House Love He rather liked the ice house No, he was already a little in love with the ice house No, even before they had been...

Serena AlagappanShop Local  the stone pine is local, but a blueberry plant sprouts rampant: the wife takes to it with shears; she doesn’t mind the bees.her...

Nicola HealeyA Newer Wilderness ‘But Light a newer Wilderness / My Wilderness has made –’ – Emily Dickinson There is a world that must lie, always, just beneath and...

Dmitry Blizniuk (trans. Sergey Gerasimov)A Winter Morning a winter morning is like a crumpled cigarette the tobacco is spilled out the sidewalk is strewn with sand the color...

Joe DunthorneCold Call  It looks like you've recently been in an accident involving an opaque body of water, is that right? And you never received compensation, is...

Rishi DastidarI dreamed I stopped traffic (for Lynsey, after Vance Packard) not in my Maidenform bra more's the pity,but rather with my attempt to be...

Simon ArmitageUntitled ~How will                the dawn arrive?                        ...

Leonie RushforthAn Irishman flies in from New York to see Krapp’s Last Tape and falls asleep on someone’s shoulder Up in the steep dark, body...

Michelle PennRetablo for blast glass Sentimentality is a sign of self- abnegation, he tells me and I think of trinitite: sand drawn into the fiery helmet of the burn,...

Tamsin HopkinsGrandfathers in Helium It’s Spring. I decide to write a sad play called Grandfathers in Helium, about all four of my grandfathers. Because relatives tie...

Tania Ganitsky (trans. Rosalind Harvey)Three Poems The first poem of the year tells of what I will touch: the unbudded leaves of the begonia, someone’s body as...

Alfredo Vanín Romero (trans. Robin Myers)On the Way Back We traced the path in our bodies. It seemed to lead nowhere, but the hope endures...

Yogesh PatelThe cutting roomAfter dementia Psychological Continuity But for the edits.......Gran was trapped in the storylines.......broken & fragmented with grandpa directing the day’s set with props.... in chaos .......&...

Aoife Lyallrainbow Dripping in dragon’s blood, vermillion, rosso corsa, I prise the lids off paint tins full of anxious amber, ginger, saffron. I use whatever I can find—...

Margaret CorvidSinging in the Dark Times The following work is drawn from Singing in the Dark Times, the first full collection of poems by Margaret...