Non-native English Creative Writing Magazine
I’ve never really felt qualified enough to talk ‘art criticism’. For the most part, I don’t really know what…
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.…
I’ve never really felt qualified enough to talk ‘art criticism’. For the most part, I don’t really know what…
Two dollar cover band, typical on a Friday night. We could have gone to the wine garden in the alley.…
Hundreds of miles across the water, a forklift truck picks up unmarked white box after unmarked white box and stacks…
I think we can all agree this isn’t like rehab anymore. I’m not excited by the prospect of getting fit…
A Note on the Text: This story is based on the historical figures of Maria Isaksson (1893-1968) and Gustaf Retzius…
Split apart by oceans and seas By airports and those endless Mundane security check queues When I’m here, I’m in…
Mao Xiaolang’s Artworks As someone with very little talent for visual art, technique comes across like a magic trick. Looking…
