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Putting Down Strangers
Adam Thorpe
‘Home, after all, is a continual plangent threnody in the often uninterpretable clamour of being an immigrant.’ Adam Thorpe on Brexit.
Three Poems
Ahren Warner
‘Your promise has been extracted like the cow-horned remains of molars long-soused in a Diet Coke marinade.’
Black Country
Anthony Cartwright
‘There’s a sense, I think, that what that X in the box translates as is seventeen and a half million voices that say, we’re still here.’
Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?
Kathleen Collins
‘It’s the year of “the human being”. The year of race-creed-color blindness. It’s 1963.’
Stripes on My Shirt Like Migratory Birds
Hoa Nguyen
‘ “I got lost in my life” / which may or may not be / misheard.’
Is Fraid I Fraid Calendars
Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo
‘Haven’t you noticed people / are different since then?’
Potted Meat
Steven Dunn
‘My cousin is an artist. He says, You draw some good knives but you still need to work on your stab wounds.’
Interior: Monkeyboy
Patrick Flanery
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
Sabine
Jacob Aue Sobol & Joanna Kavenna
‘A series of extraordinary portraits of the Arctic wilderness and the intimacies of love.’
The Tenant
Victor Lodato
‘She’d gotten so used to her loneliness, she didn’t want to fall from it now.’
First Love
Gwendoline Riley
‘It must be a dreadful cross: this hot desire to join in with people who don’t want you.’
The Price You See Reflects the Poor Quality of the Item and Your Lack of Desire for It
Melissa Lee-Houghton
‘I walk away from you / without glancing back, in case you see in me something I don’t.’
Raqqa Road: A Syrian Escape
Claire Hajaj
‘The morning Helin walked out to die, she dressed carelessly in a loose T-shirt and jeans.’
Africa’s Future Has No Space for Stupid Black Men
Pwaangulongii Dauod
‘The night was full of energy. The kind of energy that Africa needs to reinvent itself.’
The Heart Compared to a Seed, c.1508 (after Leonardo da Vinci)
Sylvia Legris
‘noce, the heart—the nut that gestates the tree of veins.’
Black Rot and Mildew
Leontia Flynn
‘a look I’d managed to accessorize / with raw dermatological distress.’
The Decay of Politics
Philip Ó Ceallaigh
‘Britain has made the control of borders and the free movement of people its central obsession, its fundamental national anxiety.’ Philip Ó Ceallaigh on Brexit.
Before They Began to Shrink
Nic Dunlop
‘The numbers killed at Aughrim that day will never be known.’
Mother and Father
Thomas Kilroy
‘Like most wars, this was a war of the young.’ Thomas Kilroy on his parents’ experience of the Anglo-Irish War and the Irish civil war.
Five Things Right Now: Siobhán Mannion
Siobhán Mannion
Siobhán Mannion shares five things she’s reading, watching and thinking about right now.
I Used to Go for Long Walks in the Evenings
Stephen Sexton
‘My celebrity accumulated like a kidney stone: / children, pets, even some corvids recognised me’
Paula Bohince & Jane Mead in Conversation
Paula Bohince & Jane Mead
‘It seemed that recording her sickness was cold and vulgar, that if ever I should be a participant and not an observer, this was the time.’
His Middle Name Was Not Jesus
NoViolet Bulawayo
‘He didn’t know their language but understood it in their boiling voices, the heat on their faces, how they singed each other with their eyes.’
Bastard Alias the Romantic
Yuri Herrera
‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’
things that didn’t happen
Sarah Moss
‘Suddenly, your heart began; suddenly in the darkness of your mother’s womb there was a crackle and a flash and out of nothing, the current began to run.’
Nuala O’Connor and Siobhán Mannion in Conversation
Nuala O’Connor & Siobhán Mannion
‘I’m always interested to hear about people’s writing spaces; I presume the canary is a quiet bird.’
Eat You Up
Kathleen Murray
‘Wasn’t it possible the mental shit would leave the kid’s brain, cell by cell, just by doing normal stuff?’
