‘The Closing Hour’ by Carl Phillips

             There are pleasures so ordinary that we barely notice them. They leave no impression worth mentioning, even. Notthe leaves but the delicate under-leaves that we’d             somehow missed. Not the stranger whom …

Editorial by Dai George

For some reason, I’ve been thinking lately about an ornament in my childhood home. It looks like a flower trapped inside a star, with eight orange and blue petals intersecting …

The Poetry London Podcast

The Poetry London Podcast is produced by the team at Poetry London, a leading international poetry magazine in print since 1988. It is presented by our poetry editor André Naffis-Sahely, …

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 …