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Moving Nowhere Here

What You Need From the Night

Laurent Petitmangin

‘Fus was twenty-five, he wasn’t a kid. What was he doing hanging out with fascists?’

An excerpt from What You Need From the Night. Translated from the French by Shaun Whiteside.

The Flesh Strip

Adrian Van Young

‘No person or doll had anatomy like that. It was, she reasoned, some mistake, a dud in the assembly line, but something about it felt special, auspicious.’

A story by Adrian Van Young.

Hungry Ghosts

Kevin Jared Hosein

‘This was no longer a fight, Krishna realised. This was a point of no return.’

An excerpt from Hungry Ghosts by Kevin Jared Hosein.

In Conversation

Pico Iyer & Caryl Phillips

‘The immigrant’s dream – that he or she can make a better life for the children – becomes a kind of tragedy when it comes true.’

Pico Iyer and Caryl Phillips discuss migration, V. S. Naipaul and the meaning of home.


Lucie Elven

‘When I looked back, I felt a jolt – some forgotten, tearful part of me becoming magnified. Why would you stay with a person wielding a broom or an axe?’

New fiction from Lucie Elven.

Moving Nowhere Here

Kimberly Campanello

‘I am afraid to say we are all / progressing or regressing / down a more or less screwy road / found on a very old map / until / we are going Nowhere.’

A poem by Kimberly Campanello.


Maru Ayase

‘I always felt this way whenever a fresh stone grew inside me.’ A story by Maru Ayase, translated from the Japanese by Haydn Trowell.


Dizz Tate

‘It was a Saturday and we had nothing to do like every other day of our lives.’

An extract from Brutes by Dizz Tate.

Three Poems

Seán Hewitt

‘I looked away, ashamed, / then raised my hand / to the hawthorn / and plucked its fruit.’

Poetry by Seán Hewitt.

Notes on Craft

Lee Lai

‘I’ve loved experiencing the page as a map, as something to be wandered across.’

Lee Lai on the function of page and panel in comics.

Self-Replicating Textual Worms

Lucy Mercer

‘Sometimes, it is better to not know what is behind the veil, decode the sign.’

Lucy Mercer on motherhood, emblems and obscurity.

Two Poems

Eleni Sikelianos

‘in the animal mirror my incisors / were not fangs but surely / they could still tear / meat’

Two poems by Eleni Sikelianos.

Two Poems

Fee Griffin

‘I went to Enid’s funeral and there was a mole on the coffin and it seemed / aware of us but unconcerned.’

Two poems by Fee Griffin.

The Premonitions Man

Hanif Kureishi

‘The man died as Arnold predicted. It kept happening, and it was disconcerting, terrifying, like being possessed or going mad.’

A new story by Hanif Kureishi.

Touch Me Like One of Your Island Girls: A Love Story

Megan Kamalei Kakimoto

Was the sunburn part of the shtick? she wondered while the video continued to play.’

Notes on Craft: Does this Count?

Ben Pester

‘Is the act of complicating a perfectly nice daydream a craft?’

Ben Pester on the craft of imagination.

Love, Leda

Mark Hyatt

‘It’s terrible to be young, always randy; one needs material.’

An extract from Love, Leda by Mark Hyatt.

The House on El Estero

Fernanda Melchor

‘The girl vomited with rage as Jorge recited the prayer. She struggled and squirmed, kicked and spat.’

A story by Fernanda Melchor, translated by Sophie Hughes.

The Chosen Death of the Witch

Lucy Ives

‘He came to see, after a long agony, that it would be best to give it up.’

A new story by Lucy Ives.

Death is not here

Wouter Van de Voorde

Concerned with the uneasy boundary that emerged between life and death during the pandemic, Death is not here takes fossilisation and excavation as its theme.

Photography by Wouter Van de Voorde.


Liadan Ní Chuinn

‘So maybe I knew for a while that I loved my boyfriend’s family and not him.’

Fiction by Liadan Ní Chuinn.

Two Poems

Michael Bazzett

‘It was a commonplace / to enter the woods / with meat, lay it on the ground, then / wait for what might come.’

Poetry by Michael Bazzett.

On Marguerite Duras

Kate Zambreno

‘Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young.’

Kate Zambreno on Marguerite Duras.

What Feathers Know

Stephen Rutt

‘I see a gull in a car park and they can see the place where it metabolised water into feathers, food into energy, oxygen into blood.’ Stephen Rutt on what isotopes can tell us about birds.

Four Poems

Katie Farris

‘Ungraceful, the heart boinks: / drugged, suspended, spiderwebbed – ’

Four poems by Katie Farris.

Two Poems

Claudine Toutoungi

‘Most of us these days are dead or on autopilot / As for the wolves – they thrive’

Two poems by Claudine Toutoungi.


Sigrid Rausing

‘What precisely is the sibling relationship, and how does it shape our lives?’

The editor introduces the autumn issue.

O Brother

John Niven

‘Up on the light box on the wall are the scans of Gary’s brain, bone white standing out against smoked grey.’

John Niven remembers the last days of his brother, Gary.

The Durhams

Ben Pester

‘We have this space and we have permission to summon each other into it. Sibspace.’

Fiction by Ben Pester.


Natalie Shapero

‘you gotta see this truck that ignored the height sign / on the underpass and now it’s lodged like an overlarge pill’

A poem by Nathalie Shapero.

Plastic Mothers

Lauren John Joseph

‘In essence she acted as though I were the kid her mother had left her to raise.’

Lauren John Joseph on the blurred contours of motherhood.


Vanessa Onwuemezi

‘Brother, to be your sister is to confront the possibility of having been other than I am.’

Vanessa Onwuemezi on the meaning of sisterhood.

Miniature Twins

Omer Friedlander

‘We were so small, palm-sized, that our parents went to a doll shop in Jerusalem to find clothes that would fit us.’

Omer Friedlander writes about his twin.