The light within me bows to the light within you. That is what I am expressing every time I place my hands together, palms and fingers touching, pointed up, in front of my heart. This is the namaskara mudra – gesture of adoration. I envision the Vietnamese Goddess of Mercy and Buddhist Bodhisattva Quan…
Category: Issue 2
Issue 2.2 – Fiction
Claire watched the timer on her iPhone count down the last few seconds. She sat motionless on the toilet seat, both hands carefully holding the small white stick as if it was some kind of fragile ornament. In the last three minutes, she’d visualised a solid blue line and then her imagination had run…
Issue 2.2 – Poetry
I’ve taught my daughter to be keen of mirrors and never trust them, because they are man-made. Glass. Too easy to shatter. Like her confidence and her voice, easily fragmented and once the slivers work their way under her skin, It’s nearly impossible to extract them. Instead I’ve taught my daughter to treat the world…
Issue 2.1 – Nonfiction
1. Our Neighbor, Our Enemy My mother and the Syrian lady next door were enemies. Theirs was a feud that excelled in the tactics of non-verbal intimidation. They practised their stares and their cold shoulders, and how best to turn one’s face away when they each saw the other approaching. We were amused and…
Issue 2.1 – Fiction
Outside my house, there’s a man in a silver car. Tall, blond, broad shouldered; I can see him texting, one forearm propped on the wheel. I look at him again, pulling back the curtains, giving him a wave. I’ve been trying to pack all morning. I started right after I called the cab company. It’s…
Issue 2.1 – Poetry
For so long, I’ve held you here next to my heart, our bodies filling the empty and soft spaces. Your mouth like cushions and your lips a delicate cage with a singing bird inside. But now, you must forget what you’ve learned, and balance your tongue, the way a bird sits in her nest…
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