Fowl I The land is no woman and the plough no man a gun is…
Alexander Lee: two poems
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Gloria Dawson: from March, the month of winds
from March, the month of winds look out of the wage, window, a long…
Kaya Lattimore: borderlines
borderlines i begin as water: a new island emerges from the sea. i…
Fred Carter: occluded front
Fred Carter is working towards a PhD on innovative poetics and the environmental humanities…
Souéloum Diagho trans. André Naffis-Sahely: Exile gnaws at me
Exile gnaws at me Exile gnaws at me, the world’s negligence irks me. So distant…
Dennis Andrew Aguinaldo: About Stein’s ‘Celery’
About Stein’s ‘Celery’ Coiling as from a whipping. This stretch only As contaminated as it…
Xenophanes trans. André Naffis-Sahely: Fragment
Fragment When a stranger appears in wintertime, these are the questions you must ask, as…
Leonie Mhari: An unravelling, a grounding, an assemblage
An unravelling, a grounding, an assemblage This is an unravelling. I am complicit. Revel. Is…
Afshan Shafi: Billion dollar boy
Billion dollar boy I’ve always been alone on the mother-heath and she didn’t perform soliloquies…