‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe

  R x R and me take up for “time being”.  We’re a strange pair, him gawky and bright as a dewed hedgehog, I arrive everywhere in clinging primaries and haze of Amarige. All this talking talking.  His wire glasses multiply the kind sparks of his eyes, he notes my glitter polish, says he wears his burdens steelily, changes subject. I wake alone and early, … Continue reading ‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe

Two poems by Moniza Alvi

  Two extracts from At the Time of Partition         17   And Where? Pakistan! the crowd roared. Pakistan Zindabad! Long live Pakistan! This country – her country. A nation in its instability, one that could change lives with the suddenness of a blow to the head. And Jinnah – his photograph was everywhere, in the newspaper, on crumbling walls. Jinnah, in his elegant … Continue reading Two poems by Moniza Alvi