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Kwame McPherson

‘I was alone and isolated. But I was not scared.’

Fiction by Kwame McPherson.

Fancy Little Spoon

hurmat kazmi

‘All sex is about letting go, I tell myself, and it is about time I do.’

Fiction by hurmat kazmi.

Two Poems

Maya C. Popa

‘the widening gap / between two kinds of life: the one lived and the one / remembered.’

Two poems by Maya C. Popa.

Podcast | Jamaica Kincaid

Jamaica Kincaid

‘The place we come from, the place we call home, is the home of our suffering.’

Jamaica Kincaid talks about finding her way to writing.

Mister, Mister

Guy Gunaratne

‘It was through the telly, Mister, that I learned how my Mothers saw themselves.’

An excerpt from Mister, Mister by Guy Gunaratne.


Natalie Shapero

‘it’s wrong / to let delicacies, even when suspect, go untried’

A poem by Natalie Shapero.

Oceans Away From My Homeland

Agnes Chew

‘At the entrance to the gynaecology clinic, I ring the bell.’

Fiction by Agnes Chew.

The Undertaker’s Apprentice

Hana Gammon

‘It was small and delicate and its song was simple but sweet – the perfect gift. The perfect offering.’

Fiction by Hana Gammon.

Notes on Craft

Colin Grant

‘Always I tell myself: yes, you transmit but do they, the readers, receive?’

Colin Grant on distilling truth in memoir.

Lech, Prince and the Nice Things

Rue Baldry

‘I spend the afternoon scarifying ceilings. My neck and shoulders are killing me by the time I leave.’

Fiction by Rue Baldry.


Himali McInnes

‘Parents should not have to bury their children. I will come to you, she whispers.’

Fiction by Himali McInnes.

Jealous Laughter

Joanna Biggs

‘She could not make me see my best qualities, but she could sit with me.’

Joanna Biggs on literary friendships between women.

Stupid Girls

Rhian Sasseen

‘It was 1 a.m., and it was Los Angeles; they were used to indiscretion.’

A story by Rhian Sasseen.


Yan Ge

‘I’m curious to know what you did with your milk there, Jacob said. Did you dump it, or, did you drink it?’

A story by Yan Ge.