It’s been three months since you left,and I’m lying on my back in thegrass, picturing your crag-toothed slot-canyon grin, mybody pouring into the coldempty sky and wistfullywarming some far-away world. As the frost slinks across mybones, I am circumcised. My well-worn voicetears at the night, fingers scrapingacross the star-brightsky. But still you whisper in the […]
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Gesticulating ginger roots to knuckle-bones in rivers scrapedof solitude sallow and sinkingfeeling sends moonshine minglingflexing her fingers in jugscharcoal chisels sentience into itchyrays peddling pith and prowesspressing spoons to fluttering lidsladen with lentils and mildewsatiating the supplicant snail
instead florida palms and pines,home sits in grid-rows of asphalt shingles and gleaming canals,no grand mountains, no ancient valleys.home is young and foreign––like me, sometimes,who was born on this soil but sidelined to kick the dirt.i dug for roots and found only earthworms,i buried acorns and no great oaks emerged,not in this lifetime.but i loved
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These smithereens I – our little segmentations, clearly visible, emerges as human bodies, as the mood to fill your apartment with liquid and enjoy the city straightjacket-ed (our apparatus of production), which can only swift over dissilence narrowest at the shy white nothingness, some morphogenesis of k-drips mustering glassed perceptions all ourselves at 131 McCormack,
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Ambition walked the underworld hand-in-hand with obsession, and he was the brightest in his class. It was that bleak October morning, sun hidden behind the clouds, pewter gloom cast over the dining hall. Unruly uniformed students, then stillness. He saw her. Translucent, almost, and alone. Her head twisted as she stared into the courtyard, chin
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It’s not my hand raising your direction to some point I can’t quite describe. Just the threads. These methods, she argues, cracks its eyes towards me and all over right angles. A presynaptic mechanism deepens the entire width of your floor. Limbs grow much faster. And I hisses in rushes and noisy nourished all of
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Broken water always meant more babies, right?It’s stalling and we’re nowhere near…Jesus Christ, there’s no time for this on the freeway.The fathers of some really lucky sons watch fountains spill over as good book people congregate.It’s the tortoise and the bulldog crashing together.And it’s the longest shot on the smallest plain where they see any
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Honouring our past and ensuring our future The recent onslaught of genocide in Gaza stemming from the events of October 7, 2023 came as a shock to many. Unlike previous ethnic cleansing attempts, such as Israel’s 2014 attacks on Gaza or the Sabra and Shatila massacres of the Lebanese Civil War, Palestinians now have social
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What do you do when the world is in flames?Do you sit there and cry or do you run for your life?When the winds pick upNot from Mother Nature herselfBut the planes that circle above your head,Planning your death as you sleep in your bed. What do you do when your brother’s been killed?Do you
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Content Warning: Violence + Warfare click, ma’s cooking up a storm today. you can feel it: the rumble of the pots, the pans. her lightning-hands, quick as she slices, she simmers, she sizzles. she adds a dash of cumin, a lump of ginger. some cardamom. some more star anise. afterwards, she’ll plunge a hunk of
