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Mario Navarro Rosales


A Eulogy for Sundays

I remember everything in that room, but I cannot remember what it felt like. How does one negotiate the presence and now absence of memory?


Presenting contributors across eight countries for our Howl at the Moon issue with accompanying artwork by The Young Lass

A Woman in Public, from Karachi to London

Our bodies give us away, regardless of what we wear or how we behave outwardly; our bodies give us away because we can’t breathe until we step foot inside our safe spaces.