Drinks with Dead Poets – 25 March 2018

It’s the autumn term: tutoring students in poetry in a mysterious village, Glyn’s world is transformed by the arrival of Keats in a country lane; Emily Dickinson and other poets …

Milk by Emma Jeremy

It was easy not to like him, because of the milk. It bled from every pore of him, thousands of tiny waterfalls of milk. Milk-falls. You would think that he …

The Detectives by Jane Yeh

No matter where we go, it always looks like California. Get in the car and drive. Our invisible friend Comes with us everywhere, like a shadow. He tells us how …

Skylight by Natalie Shapero

YOU DESERVE IT was what she said when I called a cab at 10 p.m. instead of hopping the 89 bus, which lets off six blocks from my place – …

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 …

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 …

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. …