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Category: Issue 01

December 3, 2018Ava J Serra

Ink Epiphora (How Do I Say)

“Would you believe it if someone told you I was the daughter of Mark Ruffalo?” “Why?” Because there’s a little girl in me that died too fast. She burned to ashes and rose into an adult, a guardian for her brother and the family dog. For so long, “dad” was synonymous with “damned.” Everyone asks […]

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March 25, 2018April 8, 2018Tzy Jiun Tan

Van Gogh

Golden warmth, earthy scents
/Exuberance in every brush /stroke, a tactile kind of /sensuousness
/Enveloped the woman…

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March 25, 2018March 25, 2018Tzy Jiun Tan

Skin

Your skin has a special kind of /supple like a
/Plum taut with ripeness that one /pinch is enough
/To induce rapture…

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March 25, 2018March 25, 2018Tzy Jiun Tan

Hello

Before it gets too convoluted let us backtrack and go back to counting

/One,
/Two,
/Threes…

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March 25, 2018March 8, 2019Tzy Jiun Tan

Miss Havisham

Crumbly old wounds infested by /breeding beetles
/Shards of chandelier and wine /glasses and glass plates lodged /into her yellowed wedding dress…

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March 25, 2018October 24, 2019Vamika Sinha

It Comes in Pieces

soil.

My mother told me I could never let go of a baby pink comb. /An aeroplane skimming over a cloud, soft as the foam of milk…

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March 25, 2018March 25, 2018Vamika Sinha

google search

google:
/is it strong enough?
/this is a transatlantic
/call…

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March 25, 2018Vamika Sinha

While You Were Singing

This is my first murder and I need a smoke. Homicides in New Woods are as rare as snowfall in Jamaica. I spend most days at the office listening to a tinny Nina Simone on my Nokia and finding new smoking spots by the police station. The newspaper here is incredibly thin; lost cat articles […]

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March 25, 2018April 8, 2018Vamika Sinha

café au lait

these cobblestone streets
/are clunky beneath me.
/something doesn’t sit right
/but it all looks so
/beautiful…

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March 25, 2018December 3, 2018Vamika Sinha

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely: Depicting Abstract Emotions in Writing

The vague, open broadness of abstract emotions — love, envy, loneliness — makes them slippery subjects to encapsulate in writing. How can one distil or display, accurately, the complexity of something like love in a single text?

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March 25, 2018March 26, 2018Vamika Sinha

access card

i am not let in/just yet.
/the asian receptionist
/chews up
/the seed of my french…

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March 25, 2018June 4, 2018Zoe Jane Patterson

Walking

Every footstep / Steeped in spider webs / Swept; snapped …

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March 25, 2018March 25, 2018Zoe Jane Patterson

Marie

She stepped out of /
Galeries Lafayette /
That soft and supple girl …

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March 25, 2018March 25, 2018Zoe Jane Patterson

George’s Jungle

1 //  INT. FASHION SHOW BACKSTAGE — DAY. 1

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