Issue 35: Migration

Editor’s Note: January 2021

By Shameelah Khan 2020 is over.Breathes. Whispers. Laughs.Cries. How did we get here?Where are we going? When I think about migration, I think about the moon and the stories from the women before me. …

Odd Interview: Boity

By Amir Bagheri Last month, I had the opportunity to sit down and talk with Boity; a South African Musician, Entrepreneur, and a Mogul in the making. In this interview, we talked about Boity’s c…

after eucharist, two bodies

A Poem By Martins Deep I quench— with a breath mad with longing—the candle on the nightstandand your hands— they make flute of this part of the bodyyou used to skip blank in your biology workbook.In a…

The mythology of things

A Poem By Tanya Akrofi I flew hereon a paper plane that hadbeen tenderly pressed down into strictangular corners and stuck together with bitstattered ribbon and the remains of a psychedelictape that m…

Odd Artist of the Month: Monde Mabaso

Monde Mabaso, also known as Mr HighArt, is a 28-year-old illustrator and has been in the art space for as long as he could remember. He started his career at the National School of the Arts from a ten…

Minor Migration Anthology

By Alun Robert Longing For Home Marooned in Manhattan alonein ghettos oozing with immigrantsfrom Europe, from Africaescaping famine and destructionto my new life in constructionof skyscrapers and mass…

15 Films on Migration you should see

By Shameelah Khan (a Facebook friend compilation) I recently asked my Facebook community of friends to recommend some films that are a must-see on the theme of Migration, and I received over 40 commen…

Center Console

A Poem By Jason Peters Driving with an irresponsible center console.Filled with funeral cards with misquotes from the Bible.One Hitter drops to the bottom,Ashes to ashes.Passport & sunglasses.Remi…

Scattered seeds of hiraeth

A Narrative Essay By Rachel Brhanu Hiraeth-(n) a homesickness. Longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your…

I pray that the heaven still exists

A Poem By Akash Ali Sisters and brothers at the mercy of the seven oceans. When Qabil killed,the earth’s new-born eyes must have come aliveto scream.The heaven must haveattempted to hang itselfagainst…

Flight

A Poem By Jane Lamb We’re leaving tonightA simple decision in the end,agonised over for months,the listing of the reasons,the push and the pull,beyond logic.Now the bags piled in the doorway,like a th…

Missing in Action: The Meaning Behind Paper Planes

An Article By Ibtisaam Ahmed “That’s amazing,” said recording artist M.I.A. in 2018 when she heard that her hit song Paper Planes earned her the Number 1 spot on NPR Music’s The 200 Greate…

Desert Soil

A Poem By Karak Mufti They cast me into the desert!So I roam,Reeling from the rotation of the revolting sands beneath my feetBut why do they revolt?Desert sand is meant to be kindA gracious host to th…

Things to be Thankful For

A Short Story By Haafizah Bhamjee Its 08:30 on a Monday morning. I can see the time on the clock that hangs in the passageway. The baby is crying again. He is not hungry, I know because I fed him just…