December 20, 2019

A Toast to House Parties

Image courtesy of Handel & Hendrix in London

We pull out memories from the cracks in the sofa.

The one where we found each other as the night ran out.

Trying to make conversation over someone’s cheap speakers,

When our ears rang like empty glasses


November 29, 2019

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by Shaghayegh Ghezlayagh

I think of my footsteps.

My mother's back breaking.

My father's heart breaking.

It's all breaking.

I think of this language.

My Farsi is poetry. Soft silk nestled against my tongue. Beauty, beauty, and more beauty, all s...

October 30, 2019

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Weary from the long and treacherous journey, Ariyike collapsed on her small Vodafoam mattress in the corner of her room and slowly drifted to sleep as the sun set on her town in Osun state. That night she would dream of the journey ah...

October 3, 2019

Image: Flickr | Edmund Garman 

The wind whipped against my face as I stood on the edge of the cliff. My heartbeat increased from inside of my chest, hammering so hard that I was convinced my rib cage would break.

I looked towards Sarah.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

I took a...

May 13, 2019

Judith watched as the rain pattered down outside her window. Well, not her window, technically, the hospice owned it – but they were doing her the awfully pleasant service of giving her food and a bed to sleep in, all for free! Oh the glories of being aged, nobody expe...

November 15, 2018

At first, the leaves shift cherry red, orange and yellow until thinning to a crisp brown. Heavy curtains of leaves folded over fences, until drying into fragile threads of branches under the skies cooling shade of blue.

Old Man walks through a dimming alleyway, hands tu...

November 14, 2018

I hit my teeth on the glass as I wrench the remaining liquid down my throat. It’s duller than it was last time, but still I can feel it: That burn. That familiar comforting burn that anaesthetises and yet enhances everything. That beat is throbbing in the pit of my sto...

November 9, 2018

     “Ma,” the stitched together girl says. “Ma, it’s dead.”

     Ma bends down and looks at the pigeon lying like a broken heart on the cobblestones.

    “Ma.” The stitched together girl’s eyes are bright blue, ready to overflow.

    “Hush now.”...

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