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THREE POEMS

Poetry

September 2020

Cecilia Knapp

Poetry

September 2020

The White Review · Cecilia Knapp – ‘All My Ex Boyfriends Are Having A Dinner Party’ all my ex boyfriends are having a dinner...

Poetry

August 2020

TWO POEMS

Khairani Barokka

Poetry

August 2020

The White Review · Khairani Barokka – survivor’s remorse, guilt city survivor’s remorse, guilt city (after wiji thukul, tr....

Poetry

Issue No. 28

Three poems from issue 28

Sarah Barnsley

Valzhyna Mort

Kaleem Hawa

Poetry

Issue No. 28

Valzhyna Mort, ‘Music for Girl’s Voice and Bison’   Sarah Barnsley, ‘Virginia Woolf Has Fallen Over’   Kaleem Hawa,...

Poetry

June 2020

TWO POEMS

David Hawkins

Poetry

June 2020

  FIELD RECORDING   When you record the air, its soundings go boneward.    A small, ear-sized mushroom collapses...

poetry

April 2020

Turkeys In Snow

Jory Mickelson

poetry

April 2020

after Edward Hirsch   Some mornings when  he wakes, after sleep       sleep has wounded him   into wildness, he...

Poetry

Issue No. 27

SECOND PERSON SINGULAR

ZOSIA KUCZYŃSKA

Poetry

Issue No. 27

David Gilmour records a setting of the famous sonnet – the one about comparing thee – afloat upon a...

Gamma Rays

Poetry

February 2020

Valzhyna Mort

Poetry

February 2020

  Cupid’s arrow – a scissors’ beak I’ve stuck into my thighs, thirty kilometers from                                Minsk, sunstruck.   The sun – ‘Chernobyl’ radio...

Poetry

December 2019

THREE POEMS

Cat Woodward

Flo Reynolds

Poetry

December 2019

dear Other, with pink dish   (Flo Reynolds & Cat Woodward)     in the interest of distance let...

Prize Entry

November 2019

ETXE

Julie Irigaray

Prize Entry

November 2019

For my partner’s first visit to his village, my father brings us to the highest peak of the Pyrenees....

Outside, the rain seems always on the brink Like most people that morning I was avoiding my father’s funeral I must’ve stood at the door with my coat on for hours, always turning  back as though putting off seeing a film It was the sort of day for wearing an old shirt into town to buy a new shirt The rain began The wind agitated the lake The sort of lake you can’t when giving directions from the road miss The sort of road people call ‘the high road’ leading down to the lake people call ‘the old lake’ from which the wind brings news of the drowned boy
The Lake

Prize Entry

November 2019

Dane Holt


 

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