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The Editor

At the root of all creativity is the creator. In this special editors' edition, discover the poetry and preoccupations of BoundBy's founding editors as they, and the magazine with them, begin to spread across the world. Featuring a selection of commentaries and biographies from the people who have helped to make BoundBy the force it is today.

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Editors' Edition

—ome (a small thing I can't do)

A poem and commentary by Joseph Hamilton

Get out to look in. Go to the hills
or better yet the Mountain. When
a good thing ends, say, Think of all
the non-starters, that which never [...]

Editors' Edition

Difficult Women: The LEaky

A poem by Grace Simmonds

Uh oh, a spillage!
A woman has leaked―become water
and spilled from the bounds of her
devalued body. She has escaped! [...]

After Margrit Shildrick’s Leaky Bodies and Boundaries

Editors' Edition

What's in my Bag // Minimal Everyday Essentials 2024

After Maira Kalman’s Women Holding Things

A poem by Grace Simmonds

In Ma’s handbag, she carries a nail file; sunglasses and a lippy―Revlon’s Rum Raisin. A classic. She carries a black ballpoint pen for [...]

Editors' Edition

NEGOTIATIONS

A poem by Carolina Fernandez Bold

I want to be soft. That inhale-exhale

soft: a pattern, cut

from a different cloth, cotton underwear soft,

100% pure, and then some more,

more like hot metal soft: to bend [...]

Editors' Edition

Essay Question

A poem by Elly Hong

1) Martin Luther declares that 'in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold or silver.': in light of this statement, discuss [...]

Editors' Edition

Eavesdropping at the Forest's bed

A poem and commentary by Laura van Diesen

When I wake up before her,
I walk to her bedside and
listen, if she lets me [...]

Editors' Edition

Tristan, 19

A poem and commentary by Vance Hatton

I told Sophia that I was going to stay

single, that men aren't worth it, except for a few.

It took five whole

hours for me to betray that idea [...]

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In Welsh, 'hill'

A poem by Kelsey Edwards

You float near
I breathe water
We meet eyes
Mine drop first [...]

Editors' Edition

When I die, cry for me—

A poem by Kelsey Edwards

One day, I know, I’ll be a memory
until that time, let’s live carefree
and when I die, cry but once for me [...]

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Editors' Edition

Immobilising Movement

A poem and commentary by Sophia Witcomb

Red lights no longer mean stop signs
and the inconsistent noise is between beeps
and pedestrians don’t wait to be told
they can cross because they’d rather be
halfway across the road to stop the car [...]

Editors' Edition

Daffodils

A poem by Aisling John

No-one mystifies my country
Or mourns for my butchered tongue
My father’s language trips inside my mouth
And I am made a foreigner in his lands [...]

Editors' Edition

Your Missing Rib

A poem by Aisling John

This is now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman,
because she was taken out of Man
- Genesis 2:23
Would you resent me
if they took one of your ribs to make me [...]

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