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Three Poems
Chus Pato
‘you alone sit down at that table / facing the houses you tried to inhabit’
Translated from the Galician by Erín Moure.
Here We Go
David Peace
‘The finance officers read the answers in silence, then returned them to be burned.’
Tokyo Year Zero
David Peace
‘The song, the voice, and the heat; men on their knees, heads in hands, sobbing and now howling.’
Fred Pearce | Notes on Craft
Fred Pearce
‘For a hack like me, book-length meta-journalism is both a luxury and a challenge. I cannot hide my own views over 100,000 words, even if I want to.’
Africa Writes
Caitlin Pearson
The Royal African Society takes a look back at the history of the Africa Writes festival, their annual celebration of contemporary literature from Africa and the diaspora.
The Law of Diminishing Returns
Dale Peck
‘Love is like trash: it's not something you hoard, it's merely something you don't waste, like heat, or water, or paper’.
Paradox of Plenty
Michael Peel
‘The blend of volatile domestic politics and geostrategic oil interests is at best opaque and at worst thoroughly corrosive of all involved.’
Onboard the US Coast Guard Cutter Dallas
Michael Peel
Photographs from onboard the US Coast Guard Cutter Dallas.
Phantom Pain
Lydia Peelle
‘Something’s out there. Something has shown up in the woods of Highland City.’
Kashmir’s Forever War
Basharat Peer
‘Yes, the gun was from Pakistan, but the stones are our own. That is our only weapon against the occupation.’