‘Are you talking as Laleh now, or as the Islamic Republic of Iran? I don’t say anything.’
Fiction by Shida Bazyar, translated by Ruth Martin.
Wings of Red
‘Every time you could have died you kind of do.’
An extract from Wings of Red by James. W. Jennings.
‘A sudden rustling in your chest. A premonition of understanding.’
Fiction by Banana Yoshimoto, translated by Asa Yoneda.
‘It is a nice thing when we say to each other, I am as happy with you as I am when I am alone.’
A story by Devon Brody.
Vengeance is Mine
‘I’m simply trying to do good, Sharon, in the way that I can.’
Fiction by Marie NDiaye, translated by Jordan Stump.
‘On this fine, hazy day, the eyes are hazel, the tongue long and spackled with a white coating.’
Fiction by Fer Boyd, winner of The Space Crone Prize.
‘The jungle itself presents little threat to us, ground herbage is sparse, large predators are rare.’
Fiction by E. De Zulueta.
Messages with the Supplicant
‘On Good Friday, the priest in the livestream video stood inside the darkened sanctuary.’
Fiction by Nicolette Polek.
‘The opening day of the tour covered the Iveragh peninsula.’
A story by Noel O’Regan, author of Though the Bodies Fall.
‘He is an ancestor, he has had his son, he has lost possession of the world.’
Fiction by Allen Bratton.
I Hear You’re Rich
“I hear you’re rich. Can you give me some of your money? I hear you’re rich. ”
Fiction by Diane Williams.
Conversations with My Father
‘I tell my dead father if he gives any more advice that rhymes, I’ll leave this story unfinished.’
Fiction by Idra Novey.
‘It’s a paper bag filled with pastries. Chicken turnovers.’
An extract from Family Meal by Bryan Washington.