OXFORD REVIEW 
of BOOKS

LEO KANG - ‘But mizzle, bitten thing…’

CASPIAN FLINT - ‘Through slatted window rings / the mountain embalmed a bell…’

You had to be there.

The Oxford Review of Books presents seven assorted poems from a group of talented writers.

The audience’s conduit is not connecting...

JULIAN HALL - 'As I walked to Fitness First / I was Blessed'

MICHAEL CONLEY - 'We used to have barbecues all the time'

ANGELA CHAIDEZ VINCENT - 'I waited / so long. / But just as it is strange to think of Romans'

DONNA STONECIPHER - Nostalgia began as an illness with a prescribed cure: opium, leeches, a view of the sufferer’s home Alps.

MARY JEAN CHAN - 'At thirteen, school meant mandatory / medical kits: two face masks, a small ...'

LEO BOIX - In 1879 Reverend Dalton took the Princes on board the HMS Bacchante

MARY JEAN CHAN - post-colony is a state of mind

MARIA SLEDMERE - 'Romance scams always make me cry / my front teeth chipped from the cinnamon cookie'

By Donna Stonecipher People were getting rid of their libraries, and they sighed with relief when they spoke of it, as though the weight...

PATRICK ROMERO McCAFFERTY - 'Over every coast a yellow parasail registers the weighty flit / of a stingray the size of Scotland'.

KATIE KIRKPATRICK - 'three warm bodies in a fridge, / feathers stretching out into the corridor, / not apologising for taking up space.'

JED MUNSON - 'The caveat is essential: the delusion is sincere. // I’m entitled to my obscurity / and this megaphone as an American'

ANDREW WYNN OWEN - 'I found that I had clambered a steep mountain. / Up there I saw a shelter / with crenellations and a fountain.'

GEOFFREY NUTTER - 'What can I tell you about Sister Cities? / You are not one, but a succession of identities, / like them.'

ELENA KARINA BYRNE - 'Suppose, pulling yourself apart, you didn't come / in one piece, / and like language, had to be put back together'