The Catalogue of Errors by Helen Mort

not that you fall headlong through the spoilt floorboards of your house drop through layers of darkness ground floor, basement, lower ground slowing, opening steady as a lift not that …

Beggars of Life by Denise Riley

The movie is over, yet the screening reels on through your eyes – you’ve left the cinema, but you’re still seeing ‘in’ graceful Ozu, or ‘in’ kindly Kore-Eda, or in …

The Swords by Abigail Parry

Nine shafts in steely fluency, between the headboard and the wall grey-blue like ice or gunships brute and serious a face between cupped hands and all the saints polite as …

Editorial: Dead Ringers

Who Is The Poet? Emily Dickinson referred to herself as a ‘supposed person’. In Negotiating with the Dead Margaret Atwood describes her own ‘slippery double’ as a kind of secret agent, different …

Summer 2019 Readings at Kings Place

Wednesday 12 June – 7pm The launch of the Summer issue of Poetry London features live readings from Timothy Donnelly, Karen McCarthy-Woolf, Abigail Parry and Jack Underwood. The evening will …

On the affirmative: Editorial by Ahren Warner

I was reminded, recently, of something I blurted out, years ago, at a ‘roundtable’ on the shady business of poetry publishing. Apparently, barely into the job at Poetry London, I …

To Feel Held by Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Victoria Adukwei Bulley appreciates three debut collections that understand the weight of language Raymond Antrobus The Perseverance Penned in the Margins £9.99 Zaffar Kunial Us Faber £10.99 Sohini Basak we …

The Ethics of Perspective by Will Harris

Will Harris on poetry and the moral subject ‘Perspective’ makes me think of the art class in which we were taught to draw a tree-lined path. I had to pick …

Neon Void by Dorothea Lasky

I lost the will to live Or I never had it St Anthony of Padua St Anthony the ascetic in the desert St Antonio’s The dark wood where I never …

The Daughter Channel by Daisy Lafarge

What’s on the Daughter Channel, old bad goose? Violet aggro, incarnadine sulk a recitation from the Book of Lack Half-baked breadcrumb narratives toed just-so in the floorboard crack So no …

Sun Rises in Mid-City, LA by Fred D’Aguiar

Call for wings, alligator skin, eagle eyes, dog ears, leopard speed GPS coordinates if body ever hopes to slip that helicopter whose searchlight combs late night revelers, two-job commuters, down …