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By Zadie Smith 1 The fat sun stalls by the phone masts. Anti-climb paint turns sulphurous on school gates and […]
By Zadie Smith 1 The fat sun stalls by the phone masts. Anti-climb paint turns sulphurous on school gates and […]
By Rachel Eliza Griffiths The woman in blue overallsrubbed her fingers overmy open mouth. A womanwhose eyes gone awayto a
By Rachel Eliza Griffiths for Miss Lucille It ain’t about your Christ having his way.It ain’t about pews glistening under
By Angel Nafis A little darker than me/ love by the mass sisterPale birthmark on ya neck/ with so much
By Angel Nafis Is what we called it. From my favoritepair of undies: pink, clean, with Bettywinking; lips blooming over