Horizon - Issue 01
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The Horizon Magazine is an artistic and literary journal that blends mediums of poetry, prose, art, and photography into a magazine that strives to make its form as beautiful as the content it contains.
Print editions of the magazine can be ordered free of charge here: https://thehorizonmagazine.company.site/
If you wish to support the magazine, please check out our Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/TheHorizonMagazine
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WATERBOARD
[poem] by Ilyas Kassam
SUICIDE
* crying is a word
woven by the father
of clouds
I read a line of Sophie Robinson’s
“Imagine bringing back waterboarding”
And then a child stares up at me with bunny eyes
And I drink my karak
And the eyes are blue
Like in Aladdin or that velvet underground song
And the rain creates a commune
And the rabbi lifts his eyelids
And the child is still waiting
And Sophie is still talking about waterboarding
only she is now talking about politics
And David Cameron is staring up at me with bunny eyes
And I take the bunny eyes and I wrap them in Kleenex
And I feel the paperyness of wind on my face
And my beard recites a revolution
And the child is staring up at me
And I am holding the Klennex in my hand
And I feel the urge to sneeze
And I feel pandora smashing her box
And McDonald’s is advertising free-will
And a nice man, with a Bhagat* smile opens a door for no-one
And the paper wind wafts in
And I cover my feet with a fossil
And the pedestrians are looking for art**
And the child is staring up at me
And the child is a friend of Corbyn
And the child is looking for his eyes
And the child is eyeing my karak
And the karak is losing itself
And science is painting a liquid
And the medium is wishing for ghosts
And the child is a friend of Cameron
** how pedestrian
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