Issue 32 – VAGABOND CITY

MERYL D’SA interviews HOLLY SHARPE

Tell us a little bit about yourself. I am an artist and illustrator from Scotland, UK. I have lived in a few places, but have been based in Glasgow for the past few years where I have a lovely bright studio in the West End. What kind of work do you do? My work is […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

HOW YOU GUARD YOURSELF LIKE A SECRET by IFEANYI MICHAEL

Shadows belonging to the people that have died inside me form part of the weight I carry around. I carry ghosts of former friends in my pocket. Look closely, I burned my tongue yesterday after spelling rejection on the skins of those I once shared quiet nights with. The life I live is simple: Build […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

FUCKBOI PHRASES by MARISA ADAME

I remember used. I remember having thumbprints on my thighs // like grease-stains on a cracked screen. I remember being screen // door left unlocked in case he ever wanted to stop by // because he always wanted to come inside. I remember being cracked // dropped on linoleum floor along with a wine bottle & […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

THE NEEDLE TOLD ME TO BE QUIET by TEDDI HAYNES

Let me soil my fortune on crimson-licked love & your fox face. My prayer opens rehearsed bone, you incise through the marrow & drink it, let the keyhole ritual eat me whole. Not that I like it, I just want to remember what it’s like with your fingers slipping […]

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MY NAME MEANS DOG by CALEB LOVELACE

a study: mid-bloom half-rot, my name has traveled so long to find me. a […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

ETHER by EMILY YIN

for my grandfather _ Rooftop shingles concatenate across the valley like fractal canopy, like RGB pixels blooming over the dusky night. In one rendering of my memory, Taipei is a city stalled on the threshold of morning, recursive function paused on the nth iteration of the scripting of this city that I love, suspended until […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

PARALLELS/DEC by ABIGAIL MAY-DEVHANI

december 4, 2016: i am smoking, my lungs are leaking and my breaths are slowing and i may have taken pills but not without liquor / never with liquor. our breaths clash, like death’s cigarettes. it’s a smart kind-of self-harm. or at least that’s what i used to think. decay and destruction begin to rot […]

Everything, Issue 32, Poetry

HALF RIGHT by FREYJA JONES

When I was fourteen a blonde boy took me into a field and tried to fuck me in a hedge. It wasn’t a a suitable hedge; there were brambles everywhere. They poked at my skin, clawed at me like the boy who clawed his way up my legs. I lay there, semi-exposed in an English […]