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…
Cheshire Cats Don’t Exist – Sharona Kenwrick
‘Cheshire Cats don’t exist,’ I try desperately to explain to Maggie as she lies awake on my arm almost three…
Connection
Connection A red kite traces a lazy spiral Across a honeycomb of houses Rows and rows of chipped and fading…
The Only Thing that Is Not Missing Here
In the crevices of the wall I’m barely holding onto life The crack where I live It has neither flourished…
The Temperature of Artist Luo Li(罗隶)
I’ve never really felt qualified enough to talk ‘art criticism’. For the most part, I don’t really know what…
Miguel Aizpuru – Tres Poemas (Three Poems)
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…
