A Country with no Borders, Hiroki Kosuge

An act of pouring yogurt into granola and other perverted sexual practices are prohibited here. With millions of flushed contact lenses, the ocean finally found the sky. Skyscrapers with red lights blinking on top remind me of monkeys in heat. This aquarium exhibits more than 10,000 animals that hate human beings. Before sleeping alone, I […]

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The Dainty Line, Leanne Wicks

I want to see beyond my borders over the entrenched lies. I am the Australienne submitting to her husband in this land of sweeping pains. Two dead women every week at the hands of men stained with green and guilt. My mother told me so after the horse had trampled. Where are the examples, frontline warnings from […]

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Crescents, Evangeline Hester

The world holds crescents in a cerulean sky Jostling with stars that in syncopation lie With the darkness In homes and hearts Tomes and marks Chiselled on the walls Did you pray today did you pray today did You Wash the blood off your hands? The stain on your lands The twist in your parts […]

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Riot, Adele Sandercock

Sarah had spent much of the previous week in bed, rising only at night to make a piece of toast and smoke a cigarette. Cradling her phone in her hand, she would scroll through the news, bouncing between any online media outlets she could find. She had called in sick for each of the three […]

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The Wave that Breaks, Tanya Davies

The beach curves away from us, limber and inviting. But you don’t want to walk. If I was alone now, I would wander and remember the times of beaches. The people. Their scents slotted into the salt, the crushed shells and tea trees. ‘Let’s make a pattern,’ you say. ‘Then we can look at it […]

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MelalUKEa Boy, Leanne Wicks

Music Class  ‘Where’s your guitar, Dylan?  Hop to it, boy.’ He straightened and skipped a half step until sniggers slithered around his legs. Why do teachers say things they don’t mean? Two rows from the front, Dylan held the neck of the borrowed guitar toward Mr D as if it were his own. I must […]

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The Migrant, Pooja Biswas

I know these silences of which you speak. they emerge as if from a womb, and recede into the spaces behind your eyes (concave; green-lit), spaces you do not recognise for strangers have trampled upon them & long since left their marks. I know these silences of which you speak. they curl, quiet animals, beneath […]

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Along Enemy Lines, Jacqueline Greig

The sullen heat woke Emile, pressing against him as he became aware of the birds squawking outside.  He sat up, pulled the heavy window shades back, and the morning light streamed into his room. Walking through swirling motes of dust, he felt the tiles, cool and reassuring against his feet as he padded down the […]

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Mama, Alix Rochaix

Mama, Mama, oh Mama. These are the words I will use to begin your eulogy. No longer forbidden to utter the M-word. Call me Cole, you decreed. Like everybody else. Nicole Elodie Lemaire. That was you. And I was just one of everybody else. Only my lover could tell me that when I writhed in […]

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Crazy Norm, Teresa Peni

  ‘Can I have a word?’ Olive asked Norm. ‘Sure,’ he said, shuffling outside. Norman stood six-foot tall between Olive and the café, blocking her from her own business. The sooner this was dealt with, the better, she thought. ‘Norman, you can’t come in and drink the water anymore.’ Olive smiled as she said this; […]

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