SWAG: new writing Jan


Girl by Alice Clark-Platts
When I come, I will be the favourite.

Cherry Blossom by Elaine Chiew
Near the window, picking up cubes of mango with a toothpick, that’s where Nai Nai sits every morning.

A Shift by Kehinde Fadipe
I’m already fried, squashed into my dress like a pork sausage cooking in its skin.


Lost in Translation
The taxi driver claimed the hotel did not exist.

Secrets of the Sahara by Agnes Chew
Sitting in a small circle around the fire that evening, darkness fell all around us.

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