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Since Everything Was Suddening Into A Hurricane
Binyavanga Wainaina
After a sudden stroke, Binyavanga Wainaina and his lover travel to Nairobi to reconcile with his father.
One Day I Will Write About This Place
Binyavanga Wainaina
‘We are, it seems, in the middle of nowhere.’
Women’s Shadow in the American Western
Thirza Wakefield
‘The wild is no place for women—the film would seem to say.’
In the Village
Derek Walcott
‘I came up out of the subway and there were / people standing on the steps as if they knew / something I didn’t.’
Four Poems
Mark Waldron
‘Just look at those nasty trees flaunt / their leaves, each one a tra-la-la.’
A Norwegian Nightmare
Alf Kjetil Walgermo
‘Could we somehow have avoided feeding the killer at our own breast?’
Maori War
Peter Walker
‘It would be hard to overstate the importance of genealogy in Maori society.’
The Mountain Road
William Wall
‘Funeral homes are always cold. There were pine benches in lines like a church. They had been varnished recently and there was that heady smell. It reminded me of my father’s boat, the wheelhouse brightwork newly touched up. It was the smell of childhood.’
We Went to Saigon
Tia Wallman
‘I thought that this must be the sort of plane that crashes. What were a few more dead, travelling to the city of the dead?’
Forbidden Games
Tia Wallman
‘We do not understand why, nor did we covet such long life, but here we are, our respective addictions and madness with us to the end.’
Stillness | State of Mind
Eoghan Walls
‘It is half twelve and I am labouring over the word Stillen. My laptop is open on the coffee table, pushed up against baby wipes and a row of empties.’
Bicske
Joanna Walsh
‘For us, discomfort is a hard feeling. / Almost as hard as hate. / Almost as hard as fear.’
