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Two Calamities
Renee Gladman
‘Things were starting to line up: history was speaking, which hardly ever happened to me.’
Two Poems
Tyehimba Jess
‘Let me tell you how / white hands kilned me / in the moonless middle / of night.’
Waxy
Camilla Grudova
‘I felt intolerably miserable. There were posters everywhere reminding me I was Manless’