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Green, Mud, Gold
Sara Baume
‘She shuts her eyes and pictures ears growing out through her ears, her spine turning to wood, pictures herself as a girl-woman scarecrow, arms opened wide, and nailed to two posts in the centre of a great green, mud and gold expanse, crucified.’
He Had His Reasons
Colin Barrett
Colin Barrett on the Hawe family murder-suicide, and what the Irish media’s coverage tells us about the nation’s prejudices.
Here We Are
Lucy Caldwell
‘‘Here we are,’ she said, as we faced each other, and my whole body rushed with goosebumps.’
His Middle Name Was Not Jesus
NoViolet Bulawayo
‘He didn’t know their language but understood it in their boiling voices, the heat on their faces, how they singed each other with their eyes.’
Inside the house
Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
‘the bell / was ringing from the chapel, they were there / expecting her.’
Is Fraid I Fraid Calendars
Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo
‘Haven’t you noticed people / are different since then?’
Lucia Series
Jesse Ball
‘People love to say it to you like it counts: Oh, Lucia, she will live on in your memory.’
Mark Gevisser and Pwaangulongii Dauod In Conversation
Pwaangulongii Dauod
Mark Gevisser and Pwaangulongii Dauod discuss Africa’s LGBTI communities, an experience of violent sexual repression, and Afro-Modernity.
My Last Day at Seventeen: Portraits from Russell Heights
Doug DuBois
Doug DuBois captures life at Russell Heights, a housing estate ‘of uncertain vintage that sits on Spy Hill above Cork harbour’.
New Tarzon Guided Bomb Hits Bull’s-Eye!
Don Mee Choi
‘Watch this performance carefully, for you are witnessing a new concept of modern warfare.’
On Sonnet 50
Paula Bohince
‘I love Shakespeare’s slow insistence, which mirrors the action within the poem: there is nothing but grief to reach.’ Paula Bohince on Shakespeare’s sonnet 50.