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After Carrie Mae Weems ‘The Kitchen Table Series’   Hands placed just so, I instructed the mirror to document transformation – becoming my mother with nothing more than a gesture and the sheen of bright red gloss Who knew ten years later, I’d avoid mirrors that threw her in my face Did I say all mirrors? Except I was crashing them against concrete Finding the most triangular edge Digging the earth of my body for a reflection I could believe Hospital windows wouldn’t break I’d know That was a long time ago Different time Today my mother’s hands are a constant shiver I stand behind her Frame her hands in mine and pull the lipstick across The mirror looks at us I don’t break it I don’t avoid her eyes staring from my face and hers at the same time How could I? I’ve now lived long enough to know what it took to be her
Locating Strong Woman I

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November 2018

Tolu Agbelusi

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November 2018

bangable dudes in history

Charlotte Geater

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November 2018

we collected together all of the scientists and historians & i said okay, how about him. he was a...

Two Poems

Poetry

August 2018

Mary Jean Chan

Poetry

August 2018

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

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...

Poetry

June 2018

Two Poems

Andrew McMillan

Poetry

June 2018

glimpse   on the pitch by my house   the weekly game of football      there was one lad   already famous...

Two Poems

Poetry

May 2018

Ruth Padel

Poetry

May 2018

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

 

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