“Who knew// anyone could feel this far away. Who knew/ grapes (grapes?!) could make me think of you…” Weekend poem, by Liv Constable-Maxwell.Read More
“F transmits unbound electrons with her eyelids, playful,/ to the tune of the attraction of opposites…”
Weekend poem, by Elosham Vog.
“No red kites over the field this morning… No haunt. No song. Only the heaven’s blue/ Graceless fire…” Weekend poem, by Theophilus Kwek.Read More
“…inside a wardrobe/ a wardrobe sings/ around a barman…” Weekend Poem, by Wale Owoade.Read More
“We stand unimpressed against the wall,/ waiting, to be shot by your religion. The bullets/ pierce nothing but skin….” Weekend Poem, by Maham Khan.Read More
“Then you married the bloke from Brown, severed ties, didn’t invite me to your wedding—afraid I’d stick my hand up your bodice…” Weekend Poem, by Eleanor Levine.Read More
“I can remember a time/ my father pulled me onto his shoulders/ telling me/ Everyone will hurt/ you. Don’t forget that”
Weekend poem, by Alexis Groulx.
“When we were strangers — remember? — it was bliss because I didn’t need much to imagine/ And now? We don’t meet — having met a few and futile times — but discuss only a forever-rain.” Weekend poem, by Nabina Das.Read More
“it’s garam masala, you say// garam masala from the bazaar/ behind your home, in the Old City,/ your tongue travelling back/ into the winding streets, mazelike…” Weekend poem, by Syed Jarri Haider.Read More
“For all of what we knew as Christmas/ It came unspent, and there was not a room/ That did not seal itself against that tide/ Of fog and rain…” Weekend poem, by Theophilus Kwek.Read More