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The Naming of Moths
Tracy Fells
‘Sophia no longer worries about how life smells, if she breathes in too deeply all she tastes is ash.’ The 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize winner from Canada and Europe.
Three Poems
Kim Kyung Ju
‘Underneath the leaves that stack my upper lip / the reindeer do not share their love.’ Translated from the Korean by Jake Levine.
On Jesus’ Son
Eli Goldstone
‘Jesus’ Son is a song, a glorious clear hymn, full of the notes of bad decisions, of rotten fucking luck, of causing real and lasting damage to yourself and to the people around you.’
Drawing Lessons
Anushka Jasraj
‘All colours are hurt spectacles, I think, and say aloud without intention.’ The 2017 Commonwealth Short Story Prize winner for Asia.
Train Dreams
Denis Johnson
In the summer of 1917 Robert Grainier took part in an attempt on the life of a Chinese laborer caught, or anyway accused of, stealing from the company stores of the Spokane International Railway in the Idaho Panhandle.
Happy Hour
Denis Johnson
The day was ending in a fiery and glorious way. The ships on the Sound looked like paper silhouettes being sucked up into the sun.
All That Was Familiar
Abubakar Adam Ibrahim
The story of two women fleeing Boko Haram in north-east Nigeria.
Eli Goldstone | Five Things Right Now
Eli Goldstone
‘The closest I come to meditating is sitting in front of a tumble dryer with a dead magazine.’
Strange Heart Beating
Eli Goldstone
‘Grief is the aggressive displacement of the self from a known universe to another.’
Between Them
Richard Ford
‘It was my child’s outlook to think most things were right. And yet if life’s eternal drama is of events seeking a more perfect state, their life and mine was not that.’
Revolutions
Jen George
‘Small praise was like a drug for party members, though we used real drugs too, hard ones, drugs that imbued one with the facility for ruthless violence and multiple orgasms.’
Day 4
Rachel B. Glaser
‘She sat sweating on the curb as her mother’s narrow face hovered over the parking lot like a hologram.’