How do we tell the difference between light and flight?Because what is unheavy, unheld by the weight of bloodwill always make it to the sky. The cricket knows toSlice the evening with its chirping. The songbird knows itmust gift its voice to the frailness of morning just like I knowI must gift all my tenderness to the women who planted
We’re honoured to share that we will be publishing our first novel this September 2024. Fiction Editor Samiha Meah officially acquired Jude by Elin Heron in April 2023. When asked about why she wrote this story, Elin Heron tells us ‘As a writer I am concerned with landscape and magic and Jude is a novel where I explore these themes, alongside the
time & seasons are in God’s handsit is Friday/ i sujood in the masjid & asks God to return meback/ to the spring of my life a life where there’s still enough light/in the eyes of my mother where the pictures of our homeis still hanging/ perfectly/ on the walls & not fraying at the edges/ decaying/slowly/ gathering dust no
TOMB SEALED BY FLOOR RISE SCIENCE FIGHTS NATURE FOR BODY OF MAN IMPRISONED The body of Theo Wood was located earlier today, having been removed from the fatal tunnel. He had been pushed into what appeared to have been a crystalline grotto, now shattered and crushed by falling rocks. According to eyewitness reports, a hand was visible. It is still
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The bathroom floor tiles are bulgy and uneven. Within a week, they divide like tectonic plates. Floating away in the tub, I picture the continents and how the world used to be one single mass of land. How easy it would have been to visit Duriania if it had existed back then. When I tell my husband where my parents
My great-grandmother’s chest is swollen. It is rising and falling fast tonight. My family says it’s never done this before, not since she brought it home on her market tray in 1963. The tray broke down afterwards, its right wheel rolled away in disgrace. Not that it mattered much to her. It is not every day that you find a
Everyone who bowls around here knows him, but no one knows where he came from. They call him Gutterball, but the owner, Tad, calls him the ugliest dog in the world. Tad has no taste and he’s kind of a dumbass because Gutterball doesn’t look like any dog I’ve ever seen. He speaks to us, but only I can understand
We’re looking at an empty plinth. The signdescribes an unseen installation, the artworkof the Internal Anxiety of my Lover Leaving.You taste me open, one hand gripping thewhite of a gasp. Inside I sound tidal. You holdyour ear to the part where I feel it build, yousay you can only hear silence. This is true. Ioften pretend we’re at an undisclosed
As frosted flakes go limp in milkI guide an ant with sugar grainsover the dents of our tabletop – I make a shellof my palm against my earand listen to the ocean, it has nothing much to say. That night, I eat three carrotsso I can see in the dark –perhaps, in monochrome,I will feel again. I want to dip
