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Scum

By Claire Cao

Metal and palms 
slick with sweat, chewed lips slick 
with blood. Hesitate even 
for a second and they’ll all hoot:
‘You can’t hack it you can’t hack ...

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Christmastime in Canley

By Claire Cao

i.
 
the school orders: come cloaked
in white linen, in sandals smelling
of dust and myrrh. we find the next best thing
 
knock-offs from supré bedazzled with prismatic
seas of ...

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The Disappearing

The Disappearing has been redeveloped and we invite you to submit your poems about fading and disappeared places and spaces. Explore now »

Recording of Ma 21/06/2020

By Claire Cao

Why don’t you ever write about me? I’m full of stories. Sad ones. Things you can’t imagine. Poh poh made me go to an all-girls convent school ...

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Because Bilal

By Naima Ibrahim

I pipe vanilla icing on the chocolate cake
shaping out Jenny’s name – the new kid with the mole above her left eye
who reminds me of my favourite niece ...

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Calls from Emergency 2144

By Amani Mahmoud

Outgoing call: May 31, 3.46pm
 
“Aisha, please don’t be angry at me I can’t handle it right now.
Listen please, I’m in so much pain yar ...

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six by half hour

By Enoch Mailangi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A collection of the most common three-word phrases from Jonah From Tonga selected at random.

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Artificial Jewellery

By Gayatri Nair

When I went to Maharaja Fashion and Beauty in Blacktown
I drove around about 20 minutes to find a park.
It was busy on a Saturday afternoon and all I ...

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Big Aunty Energy

By Gayatri Nair

I’m with my Brown women akka, didi, siss.
Adorned in my Anokhi home dress
we brush each other’s hair
slightly curly too thick and
dark like the rivers-rain ...

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The Offing

By Gayatri Nair

ഓഫിംഗ്

It wasn’t real until the funeral. In Botany out by the DHL delivery centre. I had never been to one for a close family member before. And ...

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Curry Muncher

By Gayatri Nair

This White guy, right? I think his name was Sam.
Went on and on about how much he loved curry.
Well, I guess that must have meant he liked me ...

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Capsaiscin

By Adam Phillip Anderson

C18H27NO3. Latest in trauma R&D. Harm in a can. But then, through sirens and cruel chaos, a touch transmits a new compound. Both stable and radical.
 
Call it what ...

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Gutter of Milk

By Adam Phillip Anderson

I hauled myself onto a traffic barrier for a better view. Every direction was teeming with humans. They filled in until the streets brimmed as a mass of flesh. The ...

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