‘There is no such thing as time or June, / only what you’re born into’
A new poem by Natalie Diaz.
Sing Stone, Speak Fire
‘The emergency cords have been removed from the carriages for some time.’
A new story by Dan Bradley.
Jem Calder | Notes on Craft
‘I wrote in the address bar of my web browser, in spreadsheet cells, in emails I addressed to myself.’ Jem Calder on writing fiction at his day job.
A Portrait of My Mother
Photographer Michael Collins on his mother’s life following a series of strokes.
‘There are many writers, including myself, who owe their careers to Binyavanga. He was the most generous writer of his generation.’
Pwaangulongii Dauod remembers the late Binyavanga Wainaina.
The Second Career of Michael Riegels
‘The new law was technical and complicated, but created something genuinely new: the international business company, a hyper-deregulated shell corporation.’
Oliver Bullough investigates the history of shell companies in the British Virgin Islands.
‘A space between / the strata’d self, the wink of skin’
‘Every morning and night I walked through that city, to and from the museum.’
From Amina Cain’s new novel.
The Third Rainbow Girl
‘I felt ruined by my time in Pocahontas County – no other place would ever be so good.’
An excerpt from Emma Copley Eisenberg’s The Third Rainbow Girl.
An interview with the 2019 Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year.
The Normal Life
‘Blood had started to come out from within, thick and dark blood that forced me to use sanitary pads every month.’
Goat-Herd Errant: Jim Corbett and the American borderlands
‘The book is a manifesto for the revival of pastoral nomadism – leading goats from pasture to pasture and surviving on their milk and wild plants.’ William Atkins on Jim Corbett’s Goatwalking.
Don’t Look at Me Like That
‘When I was at school I used to think that everyone disliked me, and it wasn’t far from true.’