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POETRY | Strangers by Aad

Particular strangers, you’re no stranger to me Stranger, strange – you’re what I set out to see I’d beg from a stranger for a fraction of space for me, I am the refugee; I’d take from strangers the talk they would waste on me, short for uncertainty Not any stranger, but the most peculiar The most distant one I see is closest to me So I’ll keep you a stranger Not as a friend Since friends become strangers when our curiousness ends But not you, stranger, not you in particular Even if you’ve gone somewhere new my heart unwillingly...

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POETRY | Living Will by Georgette Tan

Painting by Romanian artist, Saddo. image credit: theinspirationgrid.com When I die, take whatever still works. Dispose of the rest in a manner That is the kindest to the earth. Throw a big party that I won’t go to even if I were alive So you can stand around And say to each other, things about me That you won’t to say to my face. Don’t pray for my soul. The dead don’t care about Where your vehicle of grief is crashing. Twenty-one grams of maybes Will not fill an air bag. When I die, there will be no fighting Over...

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POETRY | Primogeniture by Deborah Wong

Behold the butterfly’s lips of swirling beanstalk, Contouring face, Entangling several huntress knots, a girl/this girl refused to commit the patriarchal system, leaving behind the delusion she’d suffered for long like a lovechild over lashes of grace; A dream that has appeared by the river bank, in the blanks, asking her to fill them There, she portrays with a vivid smile, unwrapping the last-ditch. She looks on as the salt water breeze’s feeding – upon her eyes, nose and unspoken lips, Edelweiss is the mouthpiece, she uses to whisper – of petals tarnished by daffodils, to represent her loyalty...

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POETRY | Yellow String by Nesam Pillay

Image credit lingabhairavi.org   She whipped him playfully with a thin rattan stick and he said ‘I feel no pain’ bravely she asked him if he could not be hurt and began to whip herself ‘stop it….. you’re hurting me’ he said he stood at the edge of their meeting place when she got there, she circled him, round and round like ten times ‘have you gone mad? ‘ he asked ‘no I have not’ ‘I am like the world circling my sun’ she says ‘what would I be without my sun?’ ‘I’d be so cold, my life would be...

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POETRY | Kural by Enbah Nilah

Artwork by Enbah Nilah For Jack Malik, who encouraged me to experiment with Tamil in my poetry, and whose struggle to find his Suara is one that so many of us know all too well. Terima kasih, kawan. Aayiram thirukkural vaasitte en naaku indru en kural maranthathu yen? I am now without a voice, I don’t sound like my maatha, pithaa, guru, or deivam. I have no certainty in the currency of words, I have spent too many; this inflation rose from the collapse of the foundation with which I made meanings, made sense of fumbling feelings, nothing I...

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