Slice of Life
They told us we’d found the true spirit of grindcore but all we had were walks on the beach and the inevitable fondnesses for horses and people that led to i...
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Rage
Is this what they’ll see, when they come to excavate our time? Those unfortunates from future History faculties or departments, who opt to major or speciali...
My Mother’s Kajal
She brings the lipstick close to her lips, her lipstick becomes more wrinkles adjacent to the lips than lips, her hands tremble as she picks up the kajal1. ...
Interpreter on the X
Fyodor Markov-Smith had to take his fingers off the keyboard. He watched, stunned, as his hands shook. He could not make them stop. But then he never imagine...
flowers for sale at a newsagent
not feeling recently so very inspired in spite of birds which wheel and scatter on the sky like salt on bacon.
Fire of the Forest
The forest was drenched in a dull violet light as a blue sun pierced the canopy. Her eyes gazed thoughtlessly at the trees that loomed titanic over her. She ...
Editors’ Note
Dissent
Dissent
I wanted to write a dissent poem, but they said that not more than three lines can assemble together.
Discovering Your Roots
Your great-grandfather wasn’t part of the resistance. He served the war years on the wrong side. The best you can hope for is that he despised himself. Other...