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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
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Alicia Byrne Keane
I’ve been reading about ghost apples.
They are a real phenomenon, like how
everyone we can see on the wide street
outside this building is still living,
Gareth Culshaw
I tried to work from a van. Sitting in the passenger
seat listening to a guy whistle. His frown, a cloud
he lost when his mother died. Each wrinkle
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Word & Image
M.P. Pratheesh
Reading Materials We shadows of distant meteors too M.P. Pratheesh is an Indian poet-artist. His works can be...
Filmpoems
Filmpoems From the Archives: ‘Surprise’ by Mariam Varsimashvili, with Illustrations and Animations by Holly Chant.
Surprise by Mariam Varsimashvili Open the rock. There, by the river where a streak of blood is so thin it...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Word & Image
M.P. Pratheesh
Reading Materials We shadows of distant meteors too M.P. Pratheesh is an Indian poet-artist. His works can be...
Filmpoems
Filmpoems From the Archives: ‘Surprise’ by Mariam Varsimashvili, with Illustrations and Animations by Holly Chant.
Surprise by Mariam Varsimashvili Open the rock. There, by the river where a streak of blood is so thin it...
Previously featured
Alicia Byrne Keane
I’ve been reading about ghost apples.
They are a real phenomenon, like how
everyone we can see on the wide street
outside this building is still living,
Gareth Culshaw
I tried to work from a van. Sitting in the passenger
seat listening to a guy whistle. His frown, a cloud
he lost when his mother died. Each wrinkle
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
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