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Literature, PoetryFebruary 23, 2017

The Red Tree

Artwork by Daniela Stubbs. Image courtesy of the artist

boil boil trouble and
toil silvered in moon’s eclipse
slips of yew double

You, yes you, because I still don’t know what it means when an elemental poet says beautiful Eocene fossil yew. A few snowflakes fall between the tree and the hollow ground. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now. The oldest tree in Wales defies the dendrochronologists in fragments of wood and blood red sap. Itself, summing enormous offshoots. The home of the handsome demon who resides in Llangerniew Denbighshire. Watch the lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing. The spotted owl, Athena, sitting in her western yew. Taxus brevifolia, give taxol from their bark and who remembers when taxol was always the answer. Organic chemists remember partial and total synthesis; the leaves are still needed. Those yew trees are grown over the fence now. This woman planted yew trees because it was such a great shame to be buried at the edge of the cemetery. This woman was buried beside those yew trees. Canadian yew, Chinese yew, Japanese yew, Florida yew, Mexican yew, Sumatran yew, Himalayan yew, European yew beside the ancient, recording angel recording demon of death, the Angelystor.

~ Julia Rose Lewis

Julia Rose Lewis is working on her PhD in Creative Writing at Cardiff University. Zarf Poetry published her pamphlet, ‘Zeroing Event’, in 2016, and Finishing Line Press will publish ‘Exhalation Halves Lambda’ in 2017.

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One last love letter...

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…

Though the magazine has closed and our submissions shuttered, this website will remain open for the foreseeable future as an archive of the great work we published and the astounding collection of diverse voices we were privileged to feature.

If, however, someone is interested in picking up the baton, please email Maryam Piracha, the editor, at [email protected].

Farewell, fam! It’s been quite a ride.

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