As the water drains, the sink’s last rasp
sounds like my father, clearing his throat.
Even when he’s away, I still hear him
in the bowels of this house.
About the Contributor
Hazem Tagiuri is a London-based writer, and editor of Whisker, a pocket-sized magazine of new poetry and short fiction.
The Body Artist - Don DeLillo
A fleeting, haunting novella, a masterclass of reduction, the unknown; how grief wracks the body, how loss summons spectres of its own.
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- A tribute to austerity by Sanmeet Kaur
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- My Greenland Halibut by Amanda Oosthuizen
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