Popshot Magazine – August 2019
me by your name, then left me here. The wind blew my bones across the steppe, and carried my soul to the lands of the djinn.” “M ...
always slowly with my eyes downcast.” Soqtani frowned.“You speak as though you have made up your mind about them.” “They are fee ...
Soqtani nodded, and looked out across the steppe. “You should fi nd a husband and lay with him. If you are with child, you will ...
MY LOVE Poem by Emma Hulonce Lay your head on my stomach my love, kiss my hips, then bite to the bone. Glide your hands up my th ...
I don’t wish to disrupt your unenviable, frenetic schedule. you are beauty beyond imagination and I love you. will you marry me? ...
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THE CHANGE Short story by Rowena Fishwick Illustration by Ran Zheng It started a little before my fourteenth birthday. The day w ...
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I curled myself up, panting. Perhaps if I made myself smaller the pain would also shrink. But it didn’t. “What’s wrong with you? ...
she’d think I was and shut-up. Hours had passed and her enthusiasm grated. I lay sprawled on the bank, my elbows propped in the ...
“Your mother.” “She knew about...this?” Grandma looked down at me. "Of course. She was one, too.” I shuffled, wanting to stand b ...
* A year passed. A year that was a fog of changing, waiting to change, and trying to block out the knowledge I would change with ...
“Where have you been?” I watched her smooth down her hair. She was still beautiful. Her naked breasts bobbed on the water and he ...
“Very well.” “But you’ll come back?” She tossed her head. “I don’t see why. But, if you wish, I’ll try to sometime. Just remembe ...
BLACK MOON Poem by Sy Brand Illustration by Renzo Razzetto I met a unicorn today Her hair was brown and matted Her horn ingrown ...
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“The police rang,” she says. “We’ve had a break-in at the Menagerie.” She coughs. “One casualty.” When I arrive, the police are ...
the programme as soon as the police leave. Together, Midhurst and I fast-forward through grainy, under-saturated, footage of the ...
ORCHARD Poem by LA Pocock Illustration by Olga Kawaci ́nska Here we pile all the cold earth at the base of the sapling. Small bl ...
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