(Poem) Can You Hear? by Jhilmil Breckenridge

A breeze wafts over ribbons and police barricades. Ambulances flash red but I cannot hear their wails. I see a woman’s back heave, her red dupatta1 fallen. A young girl Read More …

(Poem) spirit by Jhilimil Breckenridge

i know when spirit stills it is when the eagle perches, tearing flesh held in one claw the crow patiently waiting i know when spirit stills it is when clouds Read More …

(Art) The Door Where Time Stands Still by Jhilmil Breckenridge

In a neighbourhood near my house, which is modern and in a privileged area, is this poorer area, 

(Art) Dreaming by Jihilmil Breckenridge

A visit to Goa showed me beauty everywhere, blossoms and sea breezes. But under the beauty is the

(Poem) If you have forgotten by Jhilmil Breckenridge

If you have forgotten who I am If you have forgotten how I sound If you have forgotten how I look   let me help you remember

(Poem) What We Leave Behind. Or Don’t. In response to CD Wright’s poem “Our Dust” by Jhilmil Breckenridge

I was the poet of short-tailed cats and yellow line paint. Of satellite dishes and Peterbilt trucks. Red Man —C. D. Wright I am your ancestor. You know nothing about Read More …

Meet Mago Contributor Jhilmil Breckenridge

Jhilmil Breckenridge is a poet, writer and activist who speaks out about mental health, incarceration and abuse. She has just completed her MA in Creative Writing from the University of Read More …