This is the first of the ‘in conversation’ pieces that we hope to host on And Other Poems over the coming months and years. The idea is a simple one: two poets talking about poetry. This conversation between Maria Sledmere and Oli Hazzard, which took place via email in June 2025, revolves around the relationship between poetics … Continue reading Pop-Ups from Elsewhere: Maria Sledmere and Oli Hazzard in Conversation

“essay” (n.), 1590s, meaning "trial, attempt, endeavour," also "short, discursive literary composition", from French essai, meaning "trial, attempt, essay", derived from Latin exagium, meaning "a weighing, a weight," from Latin exigere, meaning "drive out; require, exact; examine, try, test.” And Other Poems is now accepting submissions for a new prose feature. We hope to publish individual … Continue reading Prose Submission Guidelines

            John Crick and when God hammered out silver and goldhe made swordfish dance on Harlech sands took snuff for the first timeand made sirocco and simoon, levanter and mistral shook out his feather dusterand made a thousand ostriches moult with fear dropped sweat with the effort of creationand made tarns and meres, loughs and fjords … Continue reading And What God Made

            Blossom Hibbert Look, the hole in my heart is  beginning to fill with wet concrete  Look, it is overflowing, a street has been built, won’t you walk over it before you get buried like a small death in an  apple orchard? Won’t you ask around first, to find a maid who will      keep me safe in my elaborate, often  … Continue reading Poem for Sam

            Karishma Sangtani      after Wallace Stevens and Temsula Ao I On my sister’s roadin Birmingham, the oily lightof laburnum flowers. II Yellow tongues surroundedby bees. Pollen collectingon statically charged fuzz. III A terrier runswith the stamina of firethrough a laburnum arch. IV A sister and a sisterare one.A sister and a sister and a laburnumare one. … Continue reading Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Laburnum

            John White She lives with us now so I take her to church.It’s not the one she knows, but the going reassures or the memory of it. With her faltering graspI turn the hymnbook pages back for her, an act on both parts – I can’t sing, nor she decipherwords that crowd and jostle, never … Continue reading Way of Going

            Ginny Darke The last time you cried was at the supermarket, clutching a jar of mustard like it could somehow save you. You think about how embarrassing that must’ve been to witness. Though, at this moment in time, you are in a field. There is a pond with a horribly oversized yellow green blue swordfish … Continue reading Visualisation Exercise

            Steph Ellen Feeney My daughter’s voice is high and bright like sorbet, her grandmother’s raspylike stones, their conversation one of constant mutual interruption. Outside, bare branches appear, recede, appear, recede. Together, they chant the names: sycamore, hornbeam, sycamore, beech. It’s warm here, fringing their utter twoness. My daughter laughs a laugh she never laughs with me, and her grandmother snorts in reply. The children’s moon still doilies the … Continue reading Back Seat Orbital

            Andrew Dennison The wrong thing soundsbetter sometimesor makes light the truth like how, knowingwell enough by nowthat Earth circlesthe sun, we still say the sun comes roundthe back of the housein the afternoon. Andrew Dennison is an architectural assistant and writer from Orkney, Scotland, now living in London. He studied architecture at the University of … Continue reading Inversions (or Homesickness)

            Andrew Dennison On land this flateverything is a figure — mea housea mounda stonethat monumental silence nicked openby oystercatchers and the whole sky,still hazy-blue withthe residue of day. Andrew Dennison is an architectural assistant and writer from Orkney, Scotland, now living in London. He studied architecture at the University of Dundee, and was commended in … Continue reading Night / Summer / Orkney