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Blue Moon
Hiromi Kawakami
‘Rather than death itself, it is the disappearance of traces that seems unbearable and sad. The disappearance of all signs that I existed.’
Parfait
Hiromi Kawakami
‘He comes all the way here after he died and the two of you are making small talk?’ New fiction by Hiromi Kawakami, translated from the Japanese by Allison Markin Powell
The Moon and the Batteries
Hiromi Kawakami
‘His full name was Mr Harutsuna Matsumoto, but I called him ‘Sensei’. Not ‘Mr’ or ‘Sir’, just ‘Sensei’.’
The Lord in his Wisdom
Jackie Kay
‘I realize with a fresh horror that Jonathan is seeing me as the sin’
You Go When You Can No Longer Stay
Jackie Kay
‘It is not so much that we are splitting up that is really worrying me, it is the fact that she keeps quoting Martin Amis.’
In Between Talking about The Elephant
Jackie Kay
‘I discover some rough skin on her elbow. I run my tongue along it’.
A Language of Figs
Sema Kaygusuz
Sema Kaygusuz on the inheritances of genocide and historical memory, and what her own grandmother, a survivor of the Dersim Massacre in Turkey, taught her about life and language.
Of Bankers and Soldiers
Alex Kayser
Alex Kayser’s photographs of Swiss bankers and soldiers for Granta 35: The Unbearable Peace.
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.
