Archive | Berck-Plage by Sylvia Plath
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...
Poetry | Abel as Cain by Camille Ralphs
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...
Poetry | Two Poems by Andrew Wells
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...
Poetry | Two Poems by Jasmine Gray
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...
Archive | The Fox by Adrian Mitchell
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...
Poetry | Two Poems from Limbic by Peter Scalpello
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,...
Poetry | All Fools Day & Mischief by Frank Dullaghan
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...
Poetry | Natural Tuning Green Dusk for Dreams by Aaron Fagan
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...
Poetry | just dessert by Jack Houston
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...
Poetry | Ice House Love by Natalie Shaw
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...
Poetry | Shop Local by Serena Alagappan
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...
Poetry | A Newer Wilderness by Nicola Healey
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...
Poetry | A Winter Morning by Dmitry Blizniuk
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...
Poetry | Cold Call by Joe Dunthorne
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...
Poetry | I dreamed I stopped traffic by Rishi Dastidar
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...
Poetry | Leonie Rushforth | Two poems from Deltas
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...
Poetry | Michelle Penn | Retablo for blast glass
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,...
Poetry | Tamsin Hopkins | Grandfathers in Helium | Blue Ladder
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...
Poetry | Three Poems by Tania Ganitsky (trans. Rosalind Harvey)
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...
Poetry | On the Way Back by Alfredo Vanín Romero (trans....
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...
Poetry | The cutting room by Yogesh Patel
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 .......&...
Poetry | rainbow by Aoife Lyall
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—...
Poetry | Margaret Corvid | Singing in the Dark Times
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...