Fieldwork by Derek Chan
“A shadow cries out sharply. / The wind outside tries to tear / out the world, as red petals drip / open the sky.” — Derek Chan
Algo in the genocide by Omar Sakr
“What are we left with at the end? / A murdered dictionary and field” — Omar Sakr
Graze in the genocide by Omar Sakr
“A blot / Of blood, about the size of the sun / Or my thumb. It was ages ago. / I can still hear it.” — Omar Sakr