reclaim your voice.
She’s silent at the dinner table That’s decorated with dishes she makes She listens to the arguments Gently smiling and the points that are made She’s the first to get up She always clears the plates Would we know what to do without her? A question I avoid every day I have written many…
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Featured Image: Lacie Slezak This birthed body Put upon the library shelf. Fiction or non- The perpetual, rhetorical question. They selected me From the self-help section. Checked me out – The librarian peering over the rim of rosary-red glasses. The first few chapters…
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Featured Image: Cinyee Chiu I forgive for myself And I forgive myself I forgive the world And perhaps it can too I can’t erase your past Or mine wouldn’t last I can’t forget a face That left me In this vicious dance But I possess a choice For myself As vast…
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Featured Image: Hanifa Abdul Hameed Over the sewing machine Among the steady hum Of the needle gliding into the fabric I hear ‘Ladkiyon ko zyaada nahi parhaana chahiye Unki soch badal jaati hai. Ladkiyaan zyaada parh leti hain Toh bahu banna bhool jati hain.’ Girls shouldn’t study too much Their way of thinking changes…
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Featured Image: Sydney Rae The numbness I feel Is my heart, icing over After an avalanche Froze my soul Tiny snowflakes Laying on my lungs Until they collapsed Under the weight Of one thousand disappointments Of heartache, worry, stress Crushed under the voice Of your fury As uncontrolled as a falling glacier Plummeting into…
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Featured Illustration: Virginia Moreno I never felt so loved Being unloved I never felt so secure In my insecurities I never felt so sustained In my loneliness To be so supported And alone The warmth Penetrates through my skin Awakening myself With a glowing tinge It eradicates Every doubt Every…
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Featured Artwork: Guido Borelli Autumn. She chased the warmth out of the air and into the leaves. While everything got colder, her trees got bolder. Winter gave longer hours to the moon. She apologised with fireplaces, hot drinks and homemade scarves. She was just doing her job. But Spring, when she arrives she writes the…
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Featured Artwork: LMNOPI What must you do When your screen is a scene of terror and malice alike What must you do When all you can see smoke and no hope in sight What must you do When your mind is a battleground and no one believes your word What must you do When you’re…
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Featured Artwork: Upasana Agarwal Harami My 10-year old Urdu vocabulary didn’t include that word. I didn’t know what it meant. Other than its root, haram: not allowed, wrong. So I had figured the shrill woman who flung the word at me was insulting me. But I didn’t care. If me slapping her son for touching…
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