OXFORD REVIEW 
of BOOKS

NICOLA HEALEY - Because I could not find a place, I stopped fighting

RALUCA DAVID - One wall listens, one window does not listen

ROWAN TATE - The sun is in my mouth, God ripens in me

TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA - ‘I am a little too misty’ Either meaning foggy, or meaning nothing at all, she was from a part of Europe that travel agents would pretend exists...

J.R. SOLONCHE - We talked of what years do to us. It was a fairly average day. We made love with old, familiar lust...

TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA - Men more content to change in the reflection / Of a lake, and break in dry heat underneath…

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...