Primero, Manhattan Me sentenciaron a veinte años de aburrimiento Leonard sabe a qué me refiero Una condena a la irrelevancia…
The Roman – Peter Thorn Fiction
‘Graphite!’ exclaims the sharp-suited Polish businessman sat opposite me, and slaps his knees, pleased at remembering the word. ‘We used…
Poems – Katherine Hughes
Two dollar cover band, typical on a Friday night. We could have gone to the wine garden in the alley.…
Misplaced Confidence – Rati Pednekar Poem
Misplaced Confidence I think it’s time we remembered that we never could predict the futurethat our well-laid plans were nothing…
Pigeon England: The Importance of Meaning and Unspecific Empathy in a World in Chaos
Hundreds of miles across the water, a forklift truck picks up unmarked white box after unmarked white box and stacks…
Quarantine Journal by Cathleen Davies
I think we can all agree this isn’t like rehab anymore. I’m not excited by the prospect of getting fit…
Northern Current – Josephine Greenland Fiction
A Note on the Text: This story is based on the historical figures of Maria Isaksson (1893-1968) and Gustaf Retzius…
Mise Eile – Dónal O’Brien poem
Split apart by oceans and seas By airports and those endless Mundane security check queues When I’m here, I’m in…
A quick review and interview: Artist Mao Xiaolang’s Artistic Flows and Evidences
Mao Xiaolang’s Artworks As someone with very little talent for visual art, technique comes across like a magic trick. Looking…
You can’t see the stars in Birmingham – Aimee Green poem
Aimee S. Green holds an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Birmingham and still lives in the city.…
