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Two Calamities
Renee Gladman
‘Things were starting to line up: history was speaking, which hardly ever happened to me.’
I’ll Come Later Tomorrow
J.V. Foix
‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’
Kettle Holes
Melissa Febos
‘They knelt at my feet. They crawled naked across gleaming wooden floors.’
Crocodiles and Fairy Dust
Janice Galloway
‘I admit the sneaking feeling, just now and then, that those who govern us think we’re the problem.’
The Price of Freedom, Including VAT
Xiaolu Guo
‘I had lost my native country, now I was going to lose a continent.’
Interior: Monkeyboy
Patrick Flanery
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
Raqqa Road: A Syrian Escape
Claire Hajaj
‘The morning Helin walked out to die, she dressed carelessly in a loose T-shirt and jeans.’
Black Rot and Mildew
Leontia Flynn
‘a look I’d managed to accessorize / with raw dermatological distress.’
Bastard Alias the Romantic
Yuri Herrera
‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’
Blue Hills and Chalk Bones
Sinéad Gleeson
‘One day, something changes; a corporeal blip. For me, it happened in the months after turning thirteen: the synovial fluid in my left hip began to evaporate like rain.’
On Shakespeare and the Quest for Belonging
Minal Hajratwala
‘We may not belong to Shakespeare, nor he to us, ever.’
