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“It was a needless rinse, this bowl/ half wood, half smelling from wood/ that’s been taken away, trembling”
Poem of the Week (17 May), by Simon Perchik
Amena Bandukwala
Where I Leave You
“This is where I leave you: our faces maps no more, but lands for others to inhabit…”
A poem against borders, by Mahtem Shiferraw.
Your Mystery is the Milky Way
“: Who wants most when the wave is weary?/ : Who’s marred most when the map is missing?”
A poem against borders, by Nathalie Handal.