poetry

Vertigo, by Abhinav

That last thing is what you can’t get, Carlo. Nobody can get to that last thing. We keep on living in hopes of catching it once and for all.—Jack Kerouac, On the Road What is to be said                                  of the days when you feel nothing.The blank of the paper tearing                                                                  through your eyes.                                    You floata film of foam …

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Questions and Answers, by Zaynab Iliyasu Bobi

Questions and Answers                                                                     س و ج what do you know about home?                                                          – سi know of voices that swivel into purple song,                                       – جtongues forced to sleep under the clouds of their mouthlike how قل — to say in Arabic, mutate to hold your tongue hostagewhen I say it in Hausa, عقل. what do …

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