the brick arrives through the living room window with the speed of intent glass and shag carpet mix in the moon’s light we awaken, six sets of sleepy doe eyes widen from our permanent camp on the living room floor our mothers race in squawking, braids undone trailing...
Content warning: death or dying The degrees have fallen so low of late, the landscape a video noise. It has become impossible to think. Meanwhile, the children continue to require feeding. They’re playing with the little sunlight left, hoping that tree branches...
Content warning: death or dying there is a beach not far away where crabs idly pick at the shoreline infant faces etched into their backs scuttling sideways with the tide eyes stare as if drowning through weeds small busy ghosts disinterested in our yearning as we...
Dawn splits crêpe sky, moist mist of air. There is despair here, and also life. We tumble out of the back of a cube van. Bodies, buckets, dented thermoses of chai, rotis wrapped in aluminum foil, stale biscuits for afternoon tea break. We survey the field, pair off,...
Content warning: Violent imagery The obvious thing to say would be Butcher Me but Actually I want to be the only thing left entire. Mark out every other Wednesday for the rest of the year To see your hard dyke hands blurring inside a ribcage. Only some have the right...
Mother washes our hair with olive soap. She gives each child a fig; we are going on a journey. We roll out onto the landscape like waterways – by the second roll of the dice, we have already split into forked plans the first son to the right, the second to the left,...
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