“somewhere, a drawer shut on a name.
i said yours under my breath, but the syllables slid like marbles.
there was a window. i remember it.
outside, marigolds curled black…”
From “I’m sorry I forgot you after the funeral” by Sumayya Arshed in ISSUE 28!
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any person with a basic grasp of media literacy and critical thinking would be horrified at the gratuitous sexualization and mischaracterisation in this wuthering heights adaptation
indie magazines with their small dedicated teams and truckload of passion and vigour have my entire heart editing can be such a nerve-wracking task, and then there are these people who basically just run on caffeine and a profound love for literature and craft. very admirable
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