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Featured Poetry/Prose of the Day
Previously featured
Margaret Baldock
We launched, lovingly
into dark and silky water
unknown yet benign.
Krishh Biswal
You did not ask for knees —
They found the floor themselves.
Not from command,
But gravity.
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
M. P. Pratheesh
Gravity
half winged bird, (it cannot fly)
broken house, (death and dust)
land left behind, (a room of dreams)
half of a stone, (a wound)
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor & Carmel Balfe
The Stranger, our film poem for this month, comes from co-creators Jessamine O'Connor and Carmel Balfe. It explores...
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
M. P. Pratheesh
Gravity
half winged bird, (it cannot fly)
broken house, (death and dust)
land left behind, (a room of dreams)
half of a stone, (a wound)
Filmpoems
Jessamine O’Connor & Carmel Balfe
The Stranger, our film poem for this month, comes from co-creators Jessamine O'Connor and Carmel Balfe. It explores...
Previously featured
Margaret Baldock
We launched, lovingly
into dark and silky water
unknown yet benign.
Krishh Biswal
You did not ask for knees —
They found the floor themselves.
Not from command,
But gravity.
Recent Prose
Recent Haiku
Picks of the Month
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