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From a past life I am warning you that I have come into my grand unified theory My cheeks are swollen, my tongue changed, I know every dirty bruise on me hides a windrose or hydrangea The latest moon outlives us I have faith in its flood of electrical slogans I dreamt the bodies irradiated that terminal hall like a few violets in the mud; via the glass, the violent view, a military jet blooms its buds I did not mind so much the dreaming, and yet I still desired to make my way over, to cross in to your threshold Under the departure screen I slept so the numbers would not see me I was just an avatar in the prayer room resting or resurrecting Who still remembers the Nabateans? The queue was over After the drones, life after life, the heritages were in danger I folded myself with the headlines so that I would have nothing to declare Believe me when I tell you this:   > I was not going to kill anybody / I was undecided / I pressed the buttons to check myself in / I lived it / I escaped it
The Last Life

Prize Entry

November 2018

Jay G Ying

Poetry

Issue No. 23

Two Poems

A. K. Blakemore

Poetry

Issue No. 23

MAY   you slid into my life as though a witch’s smock — a sun poem.   fat bee...

Poetry

August 2018

Two Poems

Mary Jean Chan

Poetry

August 2018

The Calligrapher   Try grasping a piece of wood between your thumb, middle & ring finger – as if...

Poetry

July 2018

Two Poems

Richard Georges

Poetry

July 2018

Dead Reckoning   They say birds always find their way back home but home is a nowhere – a...

Two Poems

Poetry

June 2018

Andrew McMillan

Poetry

June 2018

glimpse   on the pitch by my house   the weekly game of football      there was one lad   already famous in our class for having...

Poetry

May 2018

Two Poems

Ruth Padel

Poetry

May 2018

INTERMISSION   She stabilised. She started dying and then stopped. My brother said her aneurysm had sealed       stuck  ...

Poetry

April 2018

Three Poems

Amy Key

Poetry

April 2018

I disowned my real pain & engaged with its subordinates:   despicable neediness, heroic guilt and undeterrable envy. Each...

Three Poems

Poetry

March 2018

Leah Umansky

Poetry

March 2018

Stone   Stone heart. Stone deep. Stone minded. Turn to Stone. Stoned. Stone. I turn to stone when I’m argumentative. I turn to stone...

 

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