Non-native English Creative Writing Magazine
In the crevices of the wall I’m barely holding onto life The crack where I live It has neither flourished…
1.Loneliness The girl didn’t expect much!So much grace, so much independence!Expected less, Unveiling the whole body leaning against the mirrorSitting alone…
The orderly had wheeled her in at just after eleven, two hours into Dennis’s shift. Lots of people admitted that…
1. “Dream” Mother with far fewer things Dreams that I can’t but be surprised. She sees green field and green grass.…
By Zafir Setu Translated from Bengali by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam 1 When we stood by the bank of…
A CALL TO ALMS The conversations at the office that morning, quite naturally, swirled around the letters of increment and…
‘Cheshire Cats don’t exist,’ I try desperately to explain to Maggie as she lies awake on my arm almost three…
Primero, Manhattan Me sentenciaron a veinte años de aburrimiento Leonard sabe a qué me refiero Una condena a la irrelevancia…
‘Graphite!’ exclaims the sharp-suited Polish businessman sat opposite me, and slaps his knees, pleased at remembering the word. ‘We used…
Misplaced Confidence I think it’s time we remembered that we never could predict the futurethat our well-laid plans were nothing…
Aimee S. Green holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Birmingham and still lives in the city.…
POST-MORTEM An Ambassador in rigor mortis,a Contessa awaiting decent burial,a Matador charred by arsonon a riot’s funeral pyre,a Gypsy spilling…
Connection A red kite traces a lazy spiral Across a honeycomb of houses Rows and rows of chipped and fading…
In the crevices of the wall I’m barely holding onto life The crack where I live It has neither flourished…
I’ve never really felt qualified enough to talk ‘art criticism’. For the most part, I don’t really know what…
