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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I hear the roar of
the ocean. I hear
a series of shrieks
and long screams.
Natasha Gauthier
Nobody knows what Cicero’s gardener whistled
to his figs and olives, what the consul’s young wife
hummed to herself while slaves combed beeswax
and perfumed oils from Carthage into her hair.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
News
Today, 6th March, is Ghana’s Independence Day. We are behind Kobi Essah Ayensuo, our new Editing Intern, as they and many others gather to protest against the country’s anti-LGBTQ+ bill. Read their poem connected to this subject, ‘The Year of Return’, here.
Years later, there will be marches in the streets of London, the blood
in the flag outside the Ghana High Commission will stain the windows
and I will hold a mic to my mouth to try and halt time,
death, to halt history for my people…
Word & Image
Jonathan Edis
Beware the Phantom Limbo Dancer
beware
the phantom limbo dancer
who steals in unawares
Filmpoems
Brandon Ra Pestano
The Two Unseens The Two Unseens is a short experimental archival poetry film utilising footage of the first...
Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
News
Today, 6th March, is Ghana’s Independence Day. We are behind Kobi Essah Ayensuo, our new Editing Intern, as they and many others gather to protest against the country’s anti-LGBTQ+ bill. Read their poem connected to this subject, ‘The Year of Return’, here.
Years later, there will be marches in the streets of London, the blood
in the flag outside the Ghana High Commission will stain the windows
and I will hold a mic to my mouth to try and halt time,
death, to halt history for my people…
Word & Image
Jonathan Edis
Beware the Phantom Limbo Dancer
beware
the phantom limbo dancer
who steals in unawares
Filmpoems
Brandon Ra Pestano
The Two Unseens The Two Unseens is a short experimental archival poetry film utilising footage of the first...
Previously featured
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
I hear the roar of
the ocean. I hear
a series of shrieks
and long screams.
Natasha Gauthier
Nobody knows what Cicero’s gardener whistled
to his figs and olives, what the consul’s young wife
hummed to herself while slaves combed beeswax
and perfumed oils from Carthage into her hair.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
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