Last   In the religion of my dad one story is that a temple lamp lasts not forever but just a little longer than could reasonably be […]

        madonna   there’s no art in america, it’s all sugar & war. – sophie robinson   i wake up dreaming i’ve made it here in new york […]

        The Burial   And when the pestilence passed through the second time We stood stunned in the wreckage of our lives. I picked Up a shattered picture […]

        The Elegance of a Simple Soul   Utterly out of place a sloth in a dark café movements too slow to be noticed a glass of port […]

        Ash   He found out I smoked the day I went off to university, and disapproved, of course, but nothing he could do or say. Although, he […]

        When Landscape Becomes Woman   I was eight when I looked through a keyhole and saw my mother in the drawing room in her hibiscus silk sari, […]

Picture Credit: Paul Musso Hay Festival 2019           If Heaven is Her Father’s Land, Her Father Can Keep It   Let the rains come in June not […]

        Outside the Turf Club, Piccadilly   There’s too much moustache wax and pastel corduroy, an excess of vetivers, Trumper’s Extract of Lime, scads of green Spanish leather, […]

        In Between   A rebellious leaf tries his best to remain on the branch. He trembles from pain and air. He’s not a material but a product […]

Picture credit: Jurgen Brocan   Ranjit Hoskote’s The Atlas of Lost Beliefs was published by Arc in April and is a Poetry Book Society Recommendation for Summer 2020.     […]

        Inscape   Treading the wild moors for miles A solitary figure gathered leeches That would soak sick bodies, purge Their blood, cleanse, and cure them. Like the […]

       Root   At the bottom of the garden In the heart of a blackberry bush Are limbs that do not bleed marrow. Feather bone, iron blood, mind of […]

        Passing a Lake and Noticing There Were Swimmers   The lake-swimmers push out again. Clothes wrapped in plastic on the bank. Is this what freedom is? The […]

        The Birdman   He knew he wasn’t like the parakeets in the guinep tree or the egrets in the mangrove or like the bridge where the river […]

        Music of the Republic   You were with him in his final hours… Carolyn Forché, ‘Last Bridge’   Plato put a spell on you from the beginning. […]

        Ablutions   I sat with her body until morning. The blueblack cold mimicked her blueblack skin. I chafed her feet with lemon-scented lotion. The corridors were quiet, […]

    Dear Sydney Graham   ‘Under your blue hat.’ – W. S. Graham, ‘Dear Bryan Wynter’   I   My feet wear odd socks today, one of yours, One […]

        A March Nest   A tilt of the light and I wake with a twig in my mouth, building between the shoots and reeds I’d laid in […]

        I. Avondale House   I wanted to bring you to a place of meaning, meaning, I wanted to bring you somewhere that meant something to me so […]