New Magazine and Subscription Pricing

As you’ll probably know by now, we have developed a new design for the magazine to ensure the quality of its content is matched by the all-round attractiveness of its …

Job Vacancy: General Manager (Part Time)

Poetry London is recruiting a new General Manager. Poetry London, founded in 1988, is a leading international poetry magazine published three times a year in Spring, Summer and Autumn, where …

The Twilight Sleep II by Alice Tomlinson

We bring them in, bursting with promise, sweet in sherbet-coloured nighties, bright spring flowers picked during a gale. We smooth wild hair and swaddle pretty heads in bales of soft …

Dare by Mark Pajak

You dare me to cross Bently road naked. Its three a.m. and we’re the only two awake and its icy and streetlights shy down their yellow. On the tarmac my …

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 …

The Bad Guy – Riad Saleh Hussein

to Sylvia Plath And I remember that the blue woman, when she had seen me weeping corpses         and the poor, Said: your two eyes are mirrors …