Midday, and the sun thrummed from the height of its arc so that the lizard seemed to cast no shadow. Rather the shadow lay directly beneath it, squarely between its four crooked legs. The lizard was a speckled brown across its back, but the new tail it was growing from the stump of the old was darke…
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Fiction by Sidik Fofana, set in the South.
Kevin Maxwell on the police in the UK.
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Poetry by Danez Smith, author of Don't Call Us Dead.