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.
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WATERBOARD[poem] by Ilyas KassamSUICIDE* crying is a wordwoven by the fatherof cloudsI read a line of Sophie Robinson’s“Imagine bringing back waterboarding”And then a child stares up at me with bunny eyesAnd I drink my karakAnd the eyes are blueLike in Aladdin or that velvet underground songAnd the rain creates a communeAnd the rabbi lifts his eyelidsAnd the child is still waitingAnd Sophie is still talking about waterboardingonly she is now talking about politicsAnd David Cameron is staring up at me with bunny eyesAnd I take the bunny eyes and I wrap them in KleenexAnd I feel the paperyness of wind on my faceAnd my beard recites a revolutionAnd the child is staring up at meAnd I am holding the Klennex in my handAnd I feel the urge to sneezeAnd I feel pandora smashing her boxAnd McDonald’s is advertising free-willAnd a nice man, with a Bhagat* smile opens a door for no-oneAnd the paper wind wafts inAnd I cover my feet with a fossilAnd the pedestrians are looking for art**And the child is staring up at meAnd the child is a friend of CorbynAnd the child is looking for his eyesAnd the child is eyeing my karakAnd the karak is losing itselfAnd science is painting a liquidAnd the medium is wishing for ghostsAnd the child is a friend of Cameron** how pedestrian[33]
And the child is spitting at fireAnd the child has eyes on his browAnd the child is looking up at meAnd the karak is drinking the windAnd the bunny eyes are lactating their milkAnd McDonald’s is questioning itselfAnd the vegans are lining up for a massacreAnd the pavement is cleaned by its filthAnd the thighs of the walkers are cravingAnd the juice of a melon is fallingAnd god is sleeping with childrenAnd Michael Jackson is barely forgivenAnd Sophie is talking about dyingAnd the child is weeping with lungsAnd the swimming pool is now on offerAnd I am still sittingAnd the rabbit in the poem is prayingAnd the church has a sale full of cupcakesAnd I am drinking my sinAnd a nice man, with a Bhagat smile opens a doorAnd a capitalism walks inAnd the child is staring up at meThe poem is broken in placesAnd the child is googling his nameAnd the child is staring at his eyesAnd the Kleenex is free of its politicsAnd Corbyn and Cameron are listening to jazzAnd the child is pointing at McDonald’sAnd the waitress comes with the billAnd the bill looks like a RizlaAnd the eyes look like tobaccoAnd McDonald’s is reading Das KapitalAnd the child is running in circlesAnd the chicken has crossed the roadAnd the other side is made of candy flossAnd the child is screaming my nameAnd Cameron and Corbyn are eating a McFlurryAnd the child is talking with Chicken.(34)
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- Page 10 and 11: OCHILS[poem] by Autumn StilesEDGEbe
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- Page 14 and 15: THE STARTING POINT[poem]by Carl Ale
- Page 16 and 17: A HALF-EATEN BREAK-FAST IN CAITHNES
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- Page 20 and 21: SAINTS & MARTYRS[poem] by Tabitha C
- Page 22 and 23: SUNDAY[poem] by BeeMO(U)RNINGbelowb
- Page 24 and 25: A S K E W[and other poems] by Lizzi
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- Page 38 and 39: MY FAVOURITE TRIANGLE[prose] by Ily
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- Page 42 and 43: M A R I A N A[short story] by Tom G
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And the child is spitting at fire
And the child has eyes on his brow
And the child is looking up at me
And the karak is drinking the wind
And the bunny eyes are lactating their milk
And McDonald’s is questioning itself
And the vegans are lining up for a massacre
And the pavement is cleaned by its filth
And the thighs of the walkers are craving
And the juice of a melon is falling
And god is sleeping with children
And Michael Jackson is barely forgiven
And Sophie is talking about dying
And the child is weeping with lungs
And the swimming pool is now on offer
And I am still sitting
And the rabbit in the poem is praying
And the church has a sale full of cupcakes
And I am drinking my sin
And a nice man, with a Bhagat smile opens a door
And a capitalism walks in
And the child is staring up at me
The poem is broken in places
And the child is googling his name
And the child is staring at his eyes
And the Kleenex is free of its politics
And Corbyn and Cameron are listening to jazz
And the child is pointing at McDonald’s
And the waitress comes with the bill
And the bill looks like a Rizla
And the eyes look like tobacco
And McDonald’s is reading Das Kapital
And the child is running in circles
And the chicken has crossed the road
And the other side is made of candy floss
And the child is screaming my name
And Cameron and Corbyn are eating a McFlurry
And the child is talking with Chicken.
(34)
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