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[Issue #4: WALLS]
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[Issue #2: SEA]
[Issue #1: BIRTH]
Secret Papers | The Oxen | The Buttoned Lip
Three Poems by Paul Batchelor
St Mary’s College, Rose-Hill
Vidushi and I sneak into the boys' toilet / during recess. The walls smell of shit.
鵷鶵 / A Flying Martlet
Grind Black Ochre with water / And write on clay with its colourless paint.
Photo Essay by Khatleen Minerve
Young Singaporean Protopolyglot at His Desk
He starts at first light, despite having read / half of Don Quixote just before bed.
Harold is standing across the street from the Kurli-Q station, which has just been robbed.
Inbal: Ringer of the Bell
May 14, 1990. 1:18 PM. Labor and Delivery. Room 7. A 19 y/o primigravida at 39 weeks 5 days...
The Man Behind the Gun
He likes returning to a neat bed, not a woman.
Domenica delle Palme
Smooth coral shifts into polished ochre / And fades into golden specks around the wheels.
On that subject / must I now / complement / the chip on my shoulder...