PoetryIssue 15 | June 2012

Two Poems by Nina Bahadur


Did you know that people can double themselves
and spit someone else out?

I do now. Under my scar from a falling lamp, I feel
sand shifting and a dark, stabbing knot. A mussel
torn right off a rock, shards left behind, triangles
of navy and pearl-white smashed in on themselves.

I feel full of water, I slosh, there is a tide.
I hear it when I lie down. 

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About the author

Nina Bahadur is a Londoner who now studies in the United States. She has been published in Magma and Pomegranate Poetry, and is currently writing a short collection for publication. Her favourite travel destinations include any country where she can practise her awful Spanish.

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Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

Postcard prose

It’s Salty by Kelly Hill

Travel notes

Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok