Susannah Dickey This is what she was after: a big light-eating slice of butternut squash for a mandible. When people offer you a slice of the action the action is …
Black Seeds and Soil / Roger Casement speaks /
Inua Ellams
She
Hannah Lowe She brought me a glass of orange squash each morning and hers was the strong soothing hand that led me to school, and left me skipping or hop-scotching …
Poetry London Prize 2020: Highly Commended
Sean Cooper δ A democracy in decline has a need for poetry and a democracy in decline has no need for poetry. Our attention span for text has dropped, so …
Poetry London Prize 2020: Highly Commended
Mel Pryor Evening Scene Into a lamb and apricot casserole I am stirring my brother’s rage. I must do this for him because I am in his apartment and he …
Poetry London Prize 2020: Highly Commended
Luke Allan Mantelpiece with Bananas Sometimes a great boredom comes over me when I am naked. Standing at the window watching a man fasten his daughter into the plastic bike-seat, …
Poetry London Prize 2020: 3rd PRIZE
S. Niroshini Letters to Sunny Leone i. Dear Sunny, I want to explain to you how I lost track of my body. Or rather, how I lost the sense that …
Poetry London Prize 2020: 2nd PRIZE
Pat Winslow 1971, Northaw
Poetry London Prize 2020: 1st PRIZE
Eleanor Penny Winter, a biography I’ll admit I was raised in a red house by a woman with red hands on a bare hill, where birds walked on the ground …
Perennial
Oakley Flanagan I once thought we had fought to become entitled to love & divorce; leave the parade, go home mindless. I was near senseless, forgetting what we’d inherited. See, …
The Owl
Maya C Popa Took off from the field again away from you and back in my direction. We share an owl now – we did not mean for this to …
The Mystic
Raymond Antrobus The lightbulb in The Mystic’s living room is reluctant. The pink laminated sofa looks like a fat dick in a greasy condom. The Mystic sits in the deck …
To Turn
Amineh Abou Kerech They threw a very little ping-pong ballat my country, a very little ball. I thought the ball would come backand everything would be okay but I was …
my poems
Danez Smith my poems are fed up & getting violent.i whisper to them tender tender bridge bridge but they say bitch ain’t no time, make me a weapon! i hold a poem to a …
Caddisfly Larvae
Fiona Benson Trichoptera At first we take its chamberfor a twig –a dark lengthamong the dredgings; then it moves,and we see it is a sleevestitched and glued,careful découpage of wet, …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2019: Highly Commended
Catherine Higgins-Moore I’d been waiting months For a house in the new estate. They weren’t allowed murals. They’d built-in kitchens. Tarmaced driveways. An address that didn’t mark your card. I …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2019: Highly Commended
Nicholas Murray WODGE I’d like to think it was our tongues,recalcitrant, not coldly mocking,that made the new boy into “Wodge”.The best that we could do. So Wodziński, the doctor’s son,shared …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2019: 3rd PRIZE
Anita Pati Manju Because he liked the toddy,because he twinkled for her,he beat her.Because he towered andshe was a bird, because he was sousedand the kerosene caskto cook sabzi exploded it …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2019: 2nd PRIZE
Amaan Hyder duas a dua for my mother the head girl / leaving school a year early to be married to move to england / the headmistress announcing it at …
Poetry London Clore Prize 2019: 1st PRIZE
Roger Bloor The Ghost of Molly Leigh Pleads, Yes Cries for Exemplarie Justice Against the Arbitrarie, Un-exampled Injustice of Her Accusers Question the First: By which Devils are the Operations …
