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

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: 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: 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 …