Features Editor Maria Amir writes of the silent battles being waged between art and soulRead More
“…all the boys gathered in a room,/ unsettlingly quiet, half-asleep, making jets with homework-/ paper…”
By Vladimir Lucien.
“She sits in an old peopleâ€™s home/ thinking of feathers: how one/ should hold them lightly; how they fly…”
By Esther Phillips.
“Evenings, on the way from primary school,/ I saw her, dressed in cowgirl boots and cutoffs,/ blouse opened on a barstool outside The Cool Spot…” By Ishion Hutchinson.Read More
“I learned I would die/ someday, and the fast car will get you there/ long before death…”
By Kwame Dawes.
Lizabeth Paravisini-Gebert on the poetry of Phyllis Shand Allfrey in a special essay from our 12th issue.Read More
“a prayer for the cedar balls/ that break when you touch them and stain/ your fingers yellow, that release from their tiny bellies/ the smell of old churches…” By Kei Miller.Read More
“A gleaming wanting to withhold itself and almost doing that, almost/ slipping back into the green, unnoticed but for the shift of light…”
By Kendel Hippolyte.
“I wore charred wings in my hair/ for weeks after she left,/ I prayed to her in tongues/ of wild grasses and deep water.” By Danielle Boodoo-FortunÃ©.Read More
Articles Editor Ghausia Rashid Salam explores the more problematic facets of the ever expanding online fanfiction worldRead More