Giuseppe Taurino

  AS CLOSE AS WE’LL EVER GET   The Razi family over the Atlantic: we fill the middle section of a ten-seat row somewhere along the...
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Yasmin Belkhyr

Poem for riverbank eulogy, poem for the house on fire, for the empty bedrooms, for the baby teeth, for his scratched out face, for the wheat I pulled to make that scarecrow whole. Poem for boy...

D.M Aderibigbe

Now that I have no other place to go, / I'll go into my grandmother's fingers, / Wrap myself with her blanket, / Pick a sheet of paper and a pen, / And I'll rewrite my childhood.

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