The below poem is taken from John Fuller’s new, semi-autobiographical collection of poetry, Asleep & Awake, recently published by Chatto & Windus.         Waverley, 4.05.   At […]

        I vs 我: Another Bilinguacultural Poem   The first person singular pronoun, or this very Writing subject in English is I , an only-letter Word, standing straight […]

    Below are three poems from Patricia McCarthy’s new chapbook-length sequence Whose hand would you like to hold…, published by Agenda Editions, written during lockdown. Patricia has written about […]

        Purple Pintle About and by Dr Bob Pintle Associate Professor in Professional Creativity, Peterborough University and for Dr Andrew Taylor, who did not inspire it   His […]

        Recognition   It’s time to welcome the magnolia, her pink flushed cups, petals tight on black twigs, her cold courage, a clench of fuck yous aimed at […]

        The Smallest Distillery in Scotland   Donaghy found me behind the whisky stills and suffered my story: faith, boiled down to a mash of schoolboy memory – […]

        New Delhi, Beyond the AQI   The king’s lane, papayawhip-paved. Smog on the lemonade children. By November, everything underwater. Crop-burn and tobacco clouds on evening sounds: fast-car […]

        Thất Tịch   Seventh Month, Saigon, 1975   They share a dish of beans like small blood clots, believing they will one day wake to a tea […]

        Figures in a Landscape   Remember when the country offered a pathway to freedom? The creek lanes and brooks and railway arches, spaces we filled with imagination […]

  To mark the publication day of his Vapour Trails: Reviews and Essays on Poetry (Shoestring Press), Wild Court is featuring four new poems by John Greening. The first three […]

          Mephitine   You will know me before you see me, will sense me from twenty paces. I am all sour milk top-notes, that pissy catch in […]

        I remember   you were the first man who taught me about death. I was five years old; we were walking across the fields to my school. […]

        Golf Behind Trees   An elegant course is exposed by newly opened air. There used to be a thick hedge, armed with trees. We would hear the […]

        On the margin   On the margin of existence on the deep-sea floor between chimneys of boiling water and venting carbon where no life should sensibly occur […]

image © Dirk Skiba         Sonnet for the British-Born   And suddenly, new language: ‘British-Born’, for kids who grew up on terraces in Leeds or tower blocks in […]

        Arachnid: Flight After Deluge   The waters have risen; the signal has sounded in our skeletons of minimal composition. An instinct of age-old urgency has stirred our […]