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Three Poems by Stephanie Powell
Rescue That gait makes me think of all the rabbits she’s killed, true huntress,tonight, her toothless black and pink muzzle-mouth opens and I see devastation for small animals. But I’ve only ever loved things thatawe and frighten me. I draw comfort from her insistence to be at my side, to lift her head, to have Continue reading
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Three Poems by Hemat Malak
The Morning After a Real or Imagined FloodThe sun just doesn’t make sense,like a joke the earth thinks is funny.The scrambling to save my stupid stuff with my rolled-up bath towel against a swollen river. I could have satand watched it all float away,made a lemonade and pulled mychair up to the roof and kept Continue reading
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Two Poems by Catherine Hannah
The Barman at 2am What is meant to be will be, I say.The planets will align, the sun will shineon the righteous. Have faith in what’s at playyour paths will cross somedaylife will find a wayand he says that’s just lazy.What is life, if all we areis carved already on distant stars?A karaoke cover on Continue reading
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Fiction by Philomena van Rijswijk
Lib(er)ation The creek rose up with a great roar in the year the boy was born. That winter, she lay in bed beside her husband and surrounded by the three children, listening to the clocking of the big boulders that were being moved by the rush of rising water. She knew they would have to Continue reading
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Poetry by Charlotte Waters
searching for divinity on a hot sunday morning circa 2008 the plate is passedaround the circle:one by one, the grown-upstear pads of fleshfrom a thick white loaf.the magpies gossip& i’m clenching my stomachto stop it from warbling,trying my bestto contemplate the cold of hellor a blaze of purity,the promise of a childhoodin god’s arms.porcelain meets Continue reading
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Poetry by Wing Yau
Smiling Lotus Here, my mother is grinning like a wedge of lemonon a dish. If asked, she’d say she is remembering her collectionof the 50¢-a-piece porcelain figurines in her childhood cabinet. Say cheese. Snap. This one here, barred doors and frameless windowson 2/F, 32 Tai Yuen Street, a balcony floating out of reach of our Continue reading
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Poetry by Heather Taylor-Johnson
Hello / Goodbye 1. First film was The Incredibles, enormous characters in Elastigirl, Frozone, Jack-Jack Parr and him, an adult baby in the seat next to me. He might not’ve blinked the entire time, slept three and a half hours that afternoon. Then, months later, when asked if he liked the movie, he began at Continue reading
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Two Poems by Joachim Li
Waiting you smell rain in the air again,wet, moldless, exasperating. moonlight pours & punctures the greywhetstone. it’s almost real becauseyou see fishing boats cradled bythe propagating wave, paved invitinglike paddle stones in a flickering,shimmering light, spells homecomingacross the sea. it’s almost real becauseyou hear laughter in the rain, dry,distant, deteriorating. shattering of beer bottles to Continue reading
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Two Poems by Bron Morrison
At Surge Capacity No dipping your toe in and testing the waters:it’s a plunge and you’re away -knots downriver before you stop spinning -feet cycling through the murk,stronger swimmers racing by you, in the current, rapids approaching, jostling files, trolleys and assorted surgical stainless steel. A bull shark in the ward,your consultant asks a question,not Continue reading
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