Site of the original water gate into London
This impossible crown of fowers.
This accumulation of fluid in the back of the brain.
Blisters on the hands where we went on all fours.
A bruise shaped like a human heart.
Names pinned to last portraits.
Blood mixing with water, astonishing new dress.
Whose cutoff finger warrants no attention these days.
Which fragment did you say was colorless.
The editors are delighted to announce the contributors for Issue 4:
Lutz Seiler translated by Alexander Booth
Anat Zecharia translated by Irit Sela
and new artwork from Sophie Gainsley