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Syed Anas S
Child’s Innocence in Gaza
We are the ones
who see big crackers
burst every day—
still wondering why
the adults hate crackers.
While everyone loves
simulation games,
we live inside them—
the most real simulation
is the war around us.
There are so many fighters,
flying through the sky,
it feels like an air show.
We wonder why
these things are only for us.
Syed Anas S is a 15-year-old poet from Namakkal, Tamil Nadu. They write poetry that gives voice to those whose stories are too often silenced. Their hope is that their poetry encourages reflection, compassion, and understanding.
S Reeson
There is no evidence anywhere that Albert Einstein ever said the definition of insanity is ‘is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results’ except there he is, all over the Internet, being attributed with having done exactly that.
Annie Kissack
No place to put a man
and hope he’ll stay together.
The sensible nouns are already exiting the side door.
Rachel Curzon
There is as much darkness
as she wished for. As much moon.
Abu Ibrahim
When young boys go missing,
the neighbourhood rallies a search party.
We panic like a bomb’s ticking
Debs Buchan
Tish was always coming home
home with its broken bricks and scrap fires
always the smell of something burning
Rebecca Brown
She’s grateful to be alive with these tumours crackling in her bones
Alan McGuire
Going downtown was pre-drinking, save money, buy confidence.
Going downtown was queuing outside Walkabout, a drunken reality show.
Going downtown wasn’t a release, but a rite of passage.
Ryan O’Neill
Where can we go on holidays this year,and when will we get a house if you’re away for two years,and now you’re crying,and it’s £4 to park for the day . . .
Anna Vercambre
Shall we build you out of cardboard? Shall we build you out of tin cans?