Ballad of the Moon, Moon El aire la vela, vela. El aire la está velando. after Lorca A pettelengra boy whacks petalos on his anvil. The moon slides into his smithy, bright as a borì. The boy can not stop himself staring. The moon releases her arms in flames of flamenco, … Continue reading ‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley
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‘Hondo’ by Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
Hondo First the gole flew solo - a palo seco - , before the bailaores’ feet flamed the ground that fettered them, (and gold bled), before they turned like caged Punjabi tigers, hand-speaking to the heavens. Only the gole went through bars, through locks, able-bodied as the wind, face to face with Undivé. Before … Continue reading ‘Hondo’ by Cristina Navazo-Eguía Newton
‘Pants Outside Trousers, Big Letter H On T-Shirt, Here To Save The World’ by Jonathan Pinnock
Pants Outside Trousers, Big Letter H On T-Shirt, Here To Save The World Disaster struck at the poetry festival when the platform gave way under the weight of heavy metaphors and all-too-dense imagery. Stranded in the wreckage were three poets: a limericist, a free versifier, and a composer of sestinas. The limericist gave a big … Continue reading ‘Pants Outside Trousers, Big Letter H On T-Shirt, Here To Save The World’ by Jonathan Pinnock
‘England, or the continent I had in mind when I came here’ by Éireann Lorsung
England, or the continent I had in mind when I came here for Caroline Every bird is a sister of mine—can you believe I never saw horses running before I came to this island, and nothing but their own good sense keeps them from falling into the ocean? At the edge … Continue reading ‘England, or the continent I had in mind when I came here’ by Éireann Lorsung
‘Status’ by Raymond Antrobus
Status When you find out your dad had a heart attack, you wonder if you should update your Facebook. You wonder if one parent less should be your status. Maybe you change your profile picture, upload one of you in your dad’s arms as a white cotton baby, where his face is a bright … Continue reading ‘Status’ by Raymond Antrobus
‘First Meetings’ by Helen Mort
First Meetings after Arseny Tarkovsky Time came after us, a madman brandishing a razorblade. We’ve got so old even the trees won’t look at us, the cypress twisted like a flame. I watched you take the stairs two at a time. To us, darling, anything might be an anniversary. I raise my glass … Continue reading ‘First Meetings’ by Helen Mort
Three poems by Alvin Pang
Familiar "When people I vaguely recognise come up to me at readings and tell they knew me a long, long time ago (with a knowing smile), I do worry. Where? When?" - Bernardine Evaristo I knew you in a past life, maybe more. Kathmandu, Spring 1634. We swam … Continue reading Three poems by Alvin Pang
Two poems by Rosie Jackson
Resurrection After Stanley Spencer, `The Resurrection: Reunion of Families’ And suddenly they are streaming back from the dead, unburying themselves, their tombstones mere props for gossip now the final day has come. Only this is not the last day, but the first of an eternal summer where loss turns back into desire, for … Continue reading Two poems by Rosie Jackson
Two poems by Catherine Graham
Dancing with Angels 'Is she usually like this?' the nurse asks indifferently. No, she's not usually a ballerina, I've never heard her sing like this, beautiful, carefree. Perhaps I am meeting her for the first time, perhaps this is how she wants to be, free from all our expectations, skimming stones across reality. I … Continue reading Two poems by Catherine Graham
Ghazal by by Mona Arshi
Not even our eyes are our own... - Frederico Garcia Lorca, The House of Bernarda Alba I want to tune in to the surface, beside the mayfly, listen to how she holds her decorum on the skin of the pond. I want to sequester words, hold them in stress positions, foreignate them, … Continue reading Ghazal by by Mona Arshi
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