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Murder Mile Haibun

____________________________Another day of bloodshed on Murder Mile. First on the scene to shoot was the Skull himself. Carter died of lead poisoning right away. Thoroughgood—wounded on the ground—twitched…

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Whiteout

We all came to hate the snow, even the children. There were no snowmen, no sledging, no wrapped-up long walks with hot chocolate on return. Flakes fell like…

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The Bus

The bus will swallow a lot of people A camel would have left, I’ve seen people in the bus station Patiently waiting for the bus to come, In…

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Brexit

I wish that heritage decolonized from all its forms of _________— ishness.     CHRISTINA SKARPARI is a Cypriot artist and designer who graduated from MA in Communication…

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By Seed and Flux

___Whatever it was, conferred on you as a life partner, apart from the manuals and explanations, might be a library’s worth, parenthetically, of witness, from the saddest homes…

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Cyprian Affliction

His eyesight began to fade __________in ’81. Doc Fred called it the French pox, said he was one of the lucky ones: “Still above snakes. ____________________Still right in…

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Untitled II, 2012

Dreams, omens, hallucinations, Soaked in rum and marijuana. Sweet butterflies of creation And worms of the skull. A child is lying in a field of mines, A headless…

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Untitled, 2012

Wake up my April, my May, Wake up to lift the body that’s lying On the soaked bathroom floor. Sharpen your knives, In dimly lit rooms Where you…

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I Am the Payment

walk past the same doorway every night for a week, where a man painted black, dressed in black, follows me like a dog up from a mine. I…

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Aksaray

That I walked past the flat of a Daesh sleeper cell once or twice means nothing here, impresses no one. That I saw housewives perched on banisters six…

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