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carrying secrets
from one generation
to the next
i find my mother's diary
and burn it

space Pamela A. Babusci - USA


the word kal
in Hindi means both
what's gone
     and what's to come . . .
like wearing my six-metre sari

space Kala Ramesh - India


two women
sit across from each other
at a street table —
driving past, I remember
when I laughed like that

space Anne Curran - New Zealand

leap year . . .
knee deep in bubble wrap
she pops
the question
he doesn't want to hear

space Tracy Davidson - UK


the flickering
of rattlers' tongues
between us
just a glass partition
and this telephone line

space Garry Eaton - Canada


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