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WORKS PINEAPPLE EYES, SHORN, TOHNG-YANG, SUMMER IN JANUARY, NOMAD NIGHTS


















The enemy scans its surroundings, a 360-view
of faces and lagging limbs, the exodus marches
from the comforts of home, the rice pot left behind on fire
extinguished slowly, meals and frantic prayers left
unfinished, an omen for what is to come.

My father told me he had to walk backwards
to blend in with the sea of the displaced, and undetected
returned home once more to collect the things for survival,
shutting all the blinds, but forgetting to linger a little longer
to say a silent and forever goodbye to a place called home.

We are now dispersed, a varied diaspora landing
and settled nicely in the third country, clinging
to black and white photos, reminders of previous lives and
places still adjusting to customs different in tone and tenor
and tastes that will never mix well in the melting pot.

PINEAPPLE EYES   POETRY VOTEY CHEAV   DESIGN KULSUM KAROLIA






This infinite memory multiplies
by decades, clings like debris
on sheep too long unshorn,
suffocating, snagged along their
trudge towards certitude.


I beg to be razed, stripped to a
tabula rasa, relieved of my duty to witness.
Let me be a babe, skin goose-fleshed,
achingly cold, beautifully unchained.

SHORN   POETRY R.B. SIMON   DESIGN RENUKA RAMANUJAM
















In the field
small men grow upside down
calve like ice
bodies flaking like blades of grass

            goose, he says
how can you tell
            swans have black beaks
            and muteness
            and that bit about being migratory in Asia

as if she has hands
the goose portions her feathers
attempts to ladle

TOHNG-YANG   POETRY CHLOE ELLIOTT 








I jump on planes with the memories of summer
in January grazing my heels.

Careening on runways with palms for wings,
balancing arms on top of cockpits,
I hop down to feel the interruption of
those balmy winds.

The year begins with no rains, no glim-
merings of cold June hail.

Autumn follows winter when you weave
a string from pole to pole and glide
down the continents to your southern home.

The year will end with
January heatwaves, April snows.

SUMMER IN JANUARY   POETRY FRAN FERNÁNDEZ ARCE   DESIGN JEGANMONES














nights like these
bone-cracking cold
the children

wandering little
stars hold hands
under frozen skies

I tell them tales
of long long ago
I tell them

we are a people
crying for the moon
we are a people

burning for that
which someday
will survive us

NOMAD NIGHTS   POETRY NANCY COOK   DESIGN SIMI ABE





DESIGNERS KULSUM KAROLIARENUKA RAMANUJAM, JEGANMONESSIMI ABE

POETS VOTEY CHEAVR.B. SIMON, CHLOE ELLIOTTFRAN FERNÁNDEZ ARCE, NANCY COOK

PROJECT LEAD, EDITOR MARYAM ARSHAD

POETRY EDITORS LUCY HULTONLAUREN PETER

THIS PROJECT FUSES POETRY - WHICH TRAVERSES THE MOVEMENTS AND MEMOIRS FROM JOURNEYS - WITH VISUALS THAT EMBODY THOSE WORDS. THESE WORKS FOCUS ON THOSE WHO HAVE DOCUMENTED EXPERIENCES AS REFUGEES, ASYLUM SEEKERS, DIASPORA AND MIGRANTS.

DESIGNERS WERE PRESENTED SOLELY WITH A PIECE OF POETRY TO INTEPRET AND VISUALISE. THE FINAL POSTERS ARE AN INSIGHT INTO THE WORK OF THE POET AND THE MIND OF THE DESIGNER IN HARMONY. THE COLLABORATIVE EFFORTS EXPLORE HOW ONE EXPERIENCE, ONE PERSPECTIVE AND ONE JOURNEY ARE APPROACHED DIFFERENTLY BY THOSE WITHIN AND THOSE OUTSIDE.
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