Issue 33

Christa Wolf

‘The coffee has to be strong and hot, filtered; the egg not too soft; home-made preserves; black bread.’

Issue 37

Geoffrey Wolff

‘You would not guess looking into my son's bedroom at home that Blackwing’s ice box would have been scrubbed, but it had been scrubbed.’

Issue 103

Lois Williams

‘A world of soft things stacked deeply.’

Ivan Vladislavić

‘The corporate storyteller is having a bad day.’

Issue 26

Tela Zasloff

‘In the summer of 1964, when we arrived in Saigon, our house belonged to the United States military, whose cheerful Vietnamese employees moved us in.’

Callan Wink

‘It’s funny to think that we existed, us together, before either of our marriages.’

Issue 44

Tobias Wolff

‘B.D. carried certain objects.’

Issue 19

John Updike

‘No, it is not confrontation but some wish to avoid it, some hasty wish to please, that betrays my flow of speech.’

Issue 64

Frances Welch

‘When I was a child I seemed to live in a fog of inattention which cleared only when I was alone.’

Issue 65

Jenny Uglow

Alf Kjetil Walgermo

‘Could we somehow have avoided feeding the killer at our own breast?’

Issue 34

Geoffrey Wolff

‘The Great Santa, like circumstance itself, blew hot and cold; He was all caprice, chance, crapshoot.’

Anne Winters

‘The same way Bach’s motive splays out to the right, / swoons flatly, swans it, footnotes, follows up, / talks to itself, purls, mutters, dawdles, resumes. . .’

Issue 127

Daisuke Yokota

‘The photograph we are left with and the memory of that time do not progress along the same time axes.’