OXFORD REVIEW 
of BOOKS

PHILIP HANCOCK - 'An assortment of sticks / sprouts from a five litre tin / on the work bench.'

KATE McLOUGHLIN - 'At midnight, at the border, the train, / Which had roared through birch forests, / Stopped.'

MAYA C POPA - 'The clipper without / sail or shroud, // a shell through which / the city gleamed'

HEIDI WILLIAMSON - 'Unexpectedly there were complications. / Expectedly the doctors said to abort.'

ANDREW MCNEILLIE - 'I remember how the Foster brothers / trained their birds in stages'

MAGGIE WANG - 'they used to call this town hell made of ice / their lips would tremble'

FASASI ABDULROSHEED OLADIPUPO - 'The narration said it is Shaytān trying to take us back into its darkness.'

NATALIE PERMAN - 'I pulled the moth of a memory away from the lampshade / with a toothpick'

PAUL STEPHENSON - 'the truth/crumbled into the blue linoleum of the hangar-like studio'

JEN FRANTZ - You are the pilot of your own sanity.

HELENA AEBERLI – 'I want to unpeel the universe / with my fingernails / and dig out the planets'

SALAWU OLAJIDE – 'At the back of the yellow container is the makeshift reception...'

CIA MANGAT – 'swishing water from the bottle between my lips I witnessed feet like pale fish overlapping'

The following collages were produced by a collaboration between Industry Magazine and the Oxford Review of Books. Artists illustrated in...

BORA REX – 'The fall-short, piecemeal filling of a punnet of orange apricots'.

ANNABELLE FULLER - April: the rooms are lit By a thin slip of moon

KATRINA NAOMI - 'Aside from me and my sister there were three more'

HUSSAIN AHMED - Hold your palms together as if you say a prayer

CHARLOTTE JACKSON

HUSSAIN AHMED - everything in the circle runs away from me into ashes.