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Literature, PoetryOctober 1, 2017

Basket

Nuclear Hemmorhage: Enewetak Does Not Forget
Watercolour and thread, 2017
Joy Enomoto
Image courtesy of the artist

for Kathy

She brings her host a basket:
earrings, mats, testimony
This basket, she says, is medicine.
Some may ask: what is a basket to a bomb?
Why bring medicine when they send ships    bombing
                     their laps
                     to jellyfish
They didn’t know what to call them, she said.
They didn’t know the name.
this ocean
     an open wound
  but who gives a damn
moonlight scorched from wombs
who gives a damn
who gives a damn
  who gets to damn who
              She brings her host a basket
Then, bone by bone
her low tide lips
       reveal the names
    her gods & wayfinders
    her mother & country
       her island sea
        This is a basket of names,
                                  a basket of stories.
For afterbirths
of fallout –
war-petalled &
sacred-starving,
her story is the medicine we ache for.
~ No‘u Revilla
Noʻu Revilla is a queer Polynesian poet and educator. Born and raised on the island of Maui, she has performed and facilitated creative writing workshops throughout Hawaiʻi as well as in Canada, Papua New Guinea, and the United Nations in New York. Her work has been exhibited at the Honolulu Museum of Art and has appeared in Poetry, Black Renaissance Noire, Hawaiʻi Review, Anglistica, and Poem of the Week by Kore Press. Her chapbook ‘Say Throne’ was published by Tinfish Press in 2011, and she is currently finishing her PhD in creative writing at the University of Hawaiʻi-Mānoa.

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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 maryamp@themissingslate.com.

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

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