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There is nothing

Hannah Nazri ○There is nothing / Those glazed eyes hold. / No ground for feet. / Her heart dances / To silence.


Tahmina Maula ○ twilight falls against an august sky / first stars blink / last light stirs

A Picnic by the Sea

Hannah Nazri ○ In those years, when Papa and Mama took her to the sea / To collect seashells, to build sandcastles

Tipping Balance

Anya Gleizer, with Rupert Stuart-Smith ○ Oil & Acrylic

Storage Shelf Sage

Caroline King ○ For the apple head doll, the first cut / is cruelest. To find its moonmeat / face, cheeks whittled

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