Crocodile (1st prize: 2017 competition)

I know how I will die then in a death roll scales to my cheek claws sunk into my pale shoulders water burning my throat like whiskey the uncountable rows …

Poetry London 2017 Competition: Judges Report

Judging a poetry competition is like putting your ear to a seashell to hear what the sea has to say: a strange, choric and slightly unreal experience, a multitude of …

Editorial: Our rubble-strewn hearts

In Poetry and the Fate of the Senses, Susan Stewart recounts a strange haunting. It concerns one of Nicholas Abraham’s psychoanalytic patients: an amateur geologist and entomologist, who spends his …

The Experiment by Jane Draycott

Dearests I have arrived. Some things have already been taken: the small blue bowls and airmail stationery, the summer tablecloth (only slightly blue) and the darkness is now quite cleared. …

Augurs by Oli Hazzard

during the course of a particular day the word shapen happens sharpens how I see the snow how I know it is what it is only listening to it glistening …