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Stone Village
Can Xue
‘I knew the stones inside me were the same ones that were outside: they were colluding with each other.’
A story by Can Xue, translated from the Chinese by Karen Gernant and Chen Zeping.
Wound
Oksana Vasyakina
‘Into the carrot-coloured bag, alongside my clothes, I put the box with Mama’s urn.’
An excerpt from Oksana Vasyakina’s Wound, translated from the Russian by Elina Alter.
Two Poems
Mark Waldron
‘Something good leaks out of the world / Something bad leaks in’
Poetry by Mark Waldron.
Rostrum
Eley Williams
‘Certainly this kind of thing just happened sometimes – it was a glitch, an unfortunate error, and could happen to anyone.’
Fiction by Eley Williams.
Beyond Deep Throat | Part II
Saskia Vogel
‘Whatever porn is or is not, like dance it is rooted in the body.’
Saskia Vogel on the relationship between dance and pornography.
Beyond Deep Throat | Part I
Saskia Vogel
‘The eye wants to see its fill, the I wants to see how it feels.’
Saskia Vogel on the foundational stories of pornography.
The Flesh Strip
Adrian Van Young
‘No person or doll had anatomy like that. It was, she reasoned, some mistake, a dud in the assembly line, but something about it felt special, auspicious.’
A story by Adrian Van Young.
Death is not here
Wouter Van de Voorde
Concerned with the uneasy boundary that emerged between life and death during the pandemic, Death is not here takes fossilisation and excavation as its theme.
Photography by Wouter Van de Voorde.
On Marguerite Duras
Kate Zambreno
‘Everyone says you were beautiful when you were young.’
Kate Zambreno on Marguerite Duras.
Nancy’s Victory
Diane Williams
‘She saw a small swatch of pink and supposed a sunset was out there and thought, What can that knockout pink do for me?’
New fiction by Diane Williams.
In The Event
Eva Warrick
‘The sky hung bizarrely brownish and heavy below a pink teacup sun, like a portent of the outer space invasion.’
A story by Eva Warrick.
An Excerpt from Distance Sickness
Jenny Xie
‘To relive is the snarl of description, worked over repeatedly in the mind’
A poem by Jenny Xie.
