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The Blood Orange Sky – Poems by Abigail George
The blood orange sky
My brother and I believed in ghosts from an early age.
When we were little we thought they would haunt us to an early grave.
They drowned in the air like swastikas; armies in flight.
When...
Telescope to the planets – Poems by Abigail George
If I was writing a prayer for peace
If I can see from where I am
Standing (next to my bedroom door.
This is ajar because I left it like
That) through the window made of
Lines of yellow light, shiny parts
At my front door and stare into the
Face of a stranger, what...
Just Another Vision of Winter – Poems by Abigail George
Speaking in code
There’s a period of growth
Even in silence, a pause between
Acts, stillness when you gather
Your thoughts in inner space.
Code starts with me first, as
Soon as the destination becomes
Important so does the secret
Language of women, their angel
Tongue...
Dambudzo Marechera – Fiction by Abigail George
Yesterday
Yesterday I tramped in dog shit or a huge pile of cow poop (I don’t care much for chicken poop but that would have been okay) when I was walking home and a group of girls who were watching me with their school skirts hiked up high above their knees...
