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Index: Poetry & Fiction

Two pages.

Michael Haslam: ‘ow does night
draw nigh? The light takes flight. The night falls from the sky
onto the earth.’

A King and Not a King.

W. D. Jackson:’How not to take from others, how to share – or even give…
And so they prayed again, and nothing happened. Then,
One day the tranquil surface of the largest lake
Was troubled by the lazy coils of a voracious water-snake.’

Blavatsky in Violet.

Alan Morrison: ‘Broad head ‘surmounted with silver’, smudges
Of thick curls giving her countenance the patina
Of one of her spirit-portraits palm-rubbed with
Plumbago through a sheet of paper,’

from ‘Heart Monologues’

Jasmina Bolfek-Radovani: ‘I am sending my wordless reports on gossamer parchments more fragile than my damned soul. My heart is the colour of tamarind blue mornings bleeding on a foreign shore. A sinking truth.’

Dear Najwan.

Manash Darwish: ‘I open your book in despair, I too need words,
Write a single word before you leave
I want to tell Eman, the line you wrote remains
Our faith, we shall gradually find it back.’

Ein Winter in Istanbul.

Angelika Overath: ‘Time and space were in conflict with one another. In the epoch of acceleration, time was considered the victor. But was the past really over? Weren’t seas, shores, clouds, the light on the Bosphorus still speaking, beyond all transience, of what it was like here?’

Six poems.

Sophia Parnok: ‘Lead me further from my death,
You with your fresh, sun-coloured arms,
Who, striding by me, set me alight!’

A Spell to Lure Apollo.

Alex Wong: ‘The story has its setting in a small and moribund German grand-duchy, about to be absorbed into neighbouring territories, at the turn of the eighteenth century. Duke Carl is a bookish aesthete, seduced by the brighter, more humanistic culture of certain less gloomy and more cosmopolitan realms abroad.’


Mikki Aronoff: ‘Ariadne’s Thread is a method for solving a problem with multiple apparent means of proceeding. Take our flowering stalkee. How can she evade that person? She could disguise herself, but for her scent. The stalker’s nostrils expand to take her in.’

Poems from ‘Existence Phenomena’.

Tom Lowenstein: ‘Serenity is the goal. And this requires acceptance.
And there is no reason for assuming that this bundle of selves
should be exempt from the natural process.’

Poems from ‘The Lesser Histories’.

Jan Zàbrana; ‘Grey waves that yawl and tack
about the sky, these float,
these pigeons coming back
to darkness in the dovecote.’

Travelling with the I Ching.

Lucy Hamilton: ‘The ancient oracle bone etching on the left of this ideograph
still means eye today| Within the whole symbol it represents

people’s distinct fields of vision| while the image on the right
of an arrow passing between the backs of a pair of hands’


Enomoto Saclaco: ‘Numberless camellias are cut down and flow to the fishing port, then soft silver seeds like paper plates are caught on the fasteners of the frozen bags on the eyes and ears of Umibozu, the legendary sea monster.’

Again, as if the wind bore you away…

Eduardo Moga: ‘My fingers take on the clumsiness instilled by fear; their breath is laboured, their nails pant in revolt. The silence solidifies, but floats upwards, light as air: propelled by the vast machinery of clouds and engines.’

Six prose poems.

Meg Pokraass: ‘There’s a good chance that eventually things will deteriorate to the point where you launch mopey tweets at one another, him tweeting coy pink hearts to your tweets and you regurgitating chartreuse hearts back to his.’