Suffocation When I was seven, my aunt told me How my grandfather had died The previous night In the blanket of hospital grey Wrinkled nails…

I conjure up its silhouette in my thoughts, moulding it; Its warmth like pinpricks in my palm, Soft, beating, almost like a child’s - it’s…

I saw your picture today: The caption included 'my best friend' But I'm not in it. If I were to take those three words apart…

Written by Annabel Ngien.   Grandfather   My mother once told me a story About how my grandfather’s dream Was to replace his broken veins…

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