1. Here’s the headline: read the magazine you’re submitting to, before you decide to submit. You’ll get a sense of where your poems will best fit, and you’ll have an …
SEEKING NEW APPOINTEES TO THE BOARD OF TRUSTEES
Poetry London seeks new non-executive members to join the Board of Trustees, to advise and support the magazine to achieve its artistic vision.
Forms of Oppression: Nasser Hussain on transatlantic collections that expose violence and the racial imaginary
Roy McFarlane, The Healing Next Time (Nine Arches Press, £9.99) Terrance Hayes, American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin (Penguin, £9.99) By the time this review is published, it’s …
‘I was one burnt daughter in a genealogy’: Sarah Cave on three collections that offer new, feminist forms of disruption
Rachael Allen, Kingdomland (Faber, £10.99) Sophie Robinson, Rabbit (Boiler House Press, £10) A K Blakemore, Fondue (Offord Road Books, £10) Rachael Allen’s Kingdomland is a dream sequence, nightmarish and visionary, replete with …
Material Lacquer: Chelsey Minnis talks to Amy Key
I was in the Swiss mountain village of Grindelwald in August of 2018 when I opened my Twitter app and saw that the US poet Chelsey Minnis would be giving …
Lost Poets: David Wheatley on canons, exclusions and the quicksand of oblivion
What is your favourite lost poem? There’s a lot of material (not) out there to choose from, from the lost plays of Aeschylus to the discarded hospital poems of Anne …
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 …
A Radical History of the World: Fred D’Aguiar talks to Leo Boix
A few hours before the poet, novelist and playwright Fred D’Aguiar was preparing to launch his eighth collection, Translations from Memory (Carcanet, 2018), I met with him to talk about …
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 …
Airplane Above My Bed by Matthew Dickman
Did I die before I was born? Did I have to have a body first, wasn’t I a nobody before I was a baby on earth? Wasn’t I a sucker …
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 …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2018 COMMENDED 4: After Zhao Mengfu’s Bathing Horses by Tarn MacArthur
Now the warring is over the ritual begins, and those men we’ve come to know in blood and barbarism return again to the heart’s work of tending to its love, …
