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Two Poems

Khairani Barokka

‘a powerful blast ignited in their latest attempt to grow lives in the dirt of your online receipt, human blood carries all kinds of filigreed debris’

In Conversation

Jeremy Atherton Lin & Kevin Brazil

‘My larger concern is that as we sequester online, our lack of imagination threatens to foreclose our respect for other people’s realities.’

Selected

Sam Byers

‘Across the country, at any given moment lives are unravelling in rooms of crushing uniformity.’

Undreamed Shores

Frances Larson

‘Miss C (who is fairly young and pretty) can’t go off by herself with a solitary man, however respectable, to live on the Siberian tundra.’

from Affiliation

Mira Mattar

‘on our knees in bathrooms internationally / dependent on a disguise of sovereignty’

An Ounce of Gold and Máxima Acuña Atalaya

Joseph Zárate

‘To end up with an ounce of gold – enough to make a wedding ring – you need to extract fifty tonnes of earth, or the contents of forty removal lorries.’

On Vulnerability

Katherine Angel

‘Is anyone an authority on themselves, whether on their sexuality or anything else?’

An excerpt from Tomorrow Sex Will Be Good Again.

Two Poems

Wendy Xu

‘Somewhere in America a white boss / in a dandelion dress-shirt is raising / his voice again’

Fat Bodies

Forsyth Harmon

‘Justine was at my lab table, pulling at the ends of her black bob, shoving her hair into her mouth.’

An excerpt from Justine, out with Tin House Books.

In Conversation

Madeleine Watts & Lucie Elven

‘The moments of relief in this awful year that will stick with me are roaming around at strange hours, walking in the middle of the road.’

Three Poems

Najwan Darwish

‘I’m not dead yet / so why are the mourners here?’

Return

Niki Bañados

An excerpt from the graphic novel, Return, by Niki Bañados.

Introduction

Sigrid Rausing

‘Perhaps in isolation a new form of communication is emerging, expressing what readers and writers have always told one another, via books and letters and on the literary stage: I hear you. You are not alone.’