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Literature, PoetrySeptember 22, 2016

“I came to go back the favour”

Anomalous Intimacy V- Archival print on Hahnemule (William Turner) paper

  Anomalous Intimacy V. Archival print on Hahnemule paper, by Faizan Naveed

I

His laughter is glass in her breaths.
She coughs it up but cannot get them back: he keeps both on his bedside.

II

Emotion’s the biggest turnoff.
Not knowing they were medically induced
he married her for steady eyes,
lingering vowels, for,
in the library, her drawing of vinegary pens
over print. A scholar’s reserve,
not with everyone do I share myself.

Her corset is an artifice,
two-thirds Prozac,
but she compensates in Ann Summers,
something lacy like a shoe.
He would take histrionics over untrussing
this prawn.

Unpersoned, shrill and stagnant,
she reduces him to a thrillseeker.
Hitting her is giving a baby honey.

III

A flight she can’t afford from home,
she craves the surge of Elgar’s Nimrod,
gutjolt of roadkill,
something to teach her living.

She’s drowning in the spit of his shower:
she wipes windows into glass
to check the lock.

~ Hannah January

Hannah January is from Northumberland, and studies English Literature at the University of Birmingham. She has previously been longlisted or commended in the Foyle Young Poet, Christopher Tower, and Timothy Corsellis competitions.

Poet’s note: The title reflects the inspiration behind this poem. I was reading a conversation on an international forum, and someone offered some advice to a person who’d helped them previously: “I came to go back the favour”. That phrase made me think about cultural hurdles in a relationship, things that are wider even than language.

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April 24, 2021

It has taken us some time and patience to come to this decision. TMS would not have seen the success that it did without our readers and the tireless team that ran the magazine for the better part of eight years.

But… all good things must come to an end, especially when we look at the ever-expanding art and literary landscape in Pakistan, the country of the magazine’s birth.

We are amazed and proud of what the next generation of creators are working with, the themes they are featuring, and their inclusivity in the diversity of voices they are publishing. When TMS began, this was the world we envisioned…

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