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Khairina Anindya, Genevieve Beech

 

 

 

Khair 

At the feet 
of al-Ka‘ba 
you asked for a daughter. 

You named me 
Khair – Blessing. 

I answered 
inside you 
forcing myself into your ribs 

remaking you 
in the emptiness of your lungs. 

in the space he made— 
his shoes 
left in the doorway 

your words— 
not at the tip of your tongue 
but caught at your teeth. 

imprinting your face and his 
I carry you 
under my tongue.

 

 

Khairina Anindya is an engineer from Indonesia, currently based in the Netherlands. She writes poetry shaped by culture and memory. She enjoys reading across different literary traditions.

 

 

 

BIRTHLIGHT

You are ordinary
to the teenager on the bus,
the doctor at our six-week check.

Everywhere, mothers birth
their own gold-spun miracles
with features much like yours.

But I felt you move, 
little wish, inside 
my body, inside its mist.

I knew you first as fable,
a not-yet thing darting under skin,
a lantern held in the halfway.

Before I siphoned your light
outside me, and you flickered,
soared, and the world was changed.

 

 

Genevieve Beech is the creator of Motherlore Magazine on care, matrescence and ecology. Motherlore can be found in the Women’s Art Library, Goldsmiths, and featured in ‘M(other)ing’ 2025 at Virginia Tech Perspective Gallery. Genevieve enjoys the many veins of bookmaking.

May Grier

I wasn’t to know
that it was a three-tusked
beast; that there was not one,
not two, but three
that grew the seed of me.

Trelawney

What is holding you back from building your wormery?

You can’t say there isn’t the time. Everyone has the time
when it comes to a wormery. Born with the right tools to hand.

David Van-Cauter

…4am and the birdsong begins, a wet January in a new city and I’m alone watching a man in Minnesota, murdered for protecting a woman from a fascist hit squad. . .

Paul Moclair

Their shore leave over,
. . . the spirits of the dead are bid farewell
until that time next year, when ritual
grants them reprieve again.