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Ingrid Persaud

‘I wanted her to see me as a real man, with a little swagger, cool as this fall evening.’

An excerpt from Ingrid Persaud’s Love After Love.

The Sweet Sop

Ingrid Persaud

‘The memory of chocolate made the man crazy to see me. I became Reggie’s dealer. A voice on the phone would whisper, ‘Two Kit Kat’ and hang up.’

The Durhams

Ben Pester

‘We have this space and we have permission to summon each other into it. Sibspace.’

Fiction by Ben Pester.

Notes on Craft: Does this Count?

Ben Pester

‘Is the act of complicating a perfectly nice daydream a craft?’

Ben Pester on the craft of imagination.

Rachel Reaches Out

Ben Pester

‘She hit send and sighed as the email-whoosh came through her headphones. Theo was sitting at his desk less than six metres away.’

Best Book of 1949: The Thief’s Journal

Holly Pester

‘To read it is to feel the alternative tempo in the rude repetitions of the thief who loves to steal.’

People Who Live Here

Holly Pester

‘Another man dithering around six foot two had recently moved in.’

A story by Holly Pester, author of Comic Timing.

All Silky and Wonderful

Ben Pester

A trip on a commuter train takes a surreal turn in new fiction by Ben Pester.

Comic Timing

Holly Pester

‘I went to Ilford alone / was handed a white laminated square’

Two Poems

Holly Pester

‘Abuse is the conjuring of madness’

Orientation

Ben Pester

‘Graham is telling the woman that he is Orientating you. The woman in the blue cardigan looks at you and nods very solemnly.’

A story from Ben Pester’s Am I in the Right Place, available now from Boiler House Press.

Two Poems

Pascale Petit

‘His sheets smell of formalin. / She feels as if her insides // are outside her, in a freezer.’

Robinson

Chris Petit

‘One afternoon I woke up in a porno cinema with no memory of getting there.’

Tala Zone

Pascale Petit

‘Even when I travel as far as India, you are with me and I am re-entering our cellar.’

Memoir by the poet Pascale Petit.