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Through the Billboard Promised Land Without Ever Stopping

Derek Jarman & Declan Wiffen

‘Owing to lack of interest, tomorrow has been cancelled, you are now in the strawberry beds of the eternal present.’

Unpublished fiction by the late Derek Jarman.

Two Poems

Chia-Lun Chang

‘I often see myself thrusting into soft clouds, hallucinating.’

Two poems from Chia-Lun Chang’s debut poetry collection Prescribee.

Tuna

Katherine Rundell

‘“Dolphin safe” labels on our tins are reckoned among marine scientists to mean next to nothing.’

Katherine Rundell on tuna and extinction speculation.

Strega

Johanne Lykke Holm

‘I knew a woman’s life could at any point be turned into a crime scene.’

An excerpt from Strega.

In Conversation

Ira Mathur & Monique Roffey

Ira Mathur and Monique Roffey discuss memoir-writing in the Caribbean and the enduring legacy of colonial rule in Trinidad.

Two Poems

Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo

‘A faint resentment paints / the spiral staircase walls / blue all over again’

Two poems from Anthony (Vahni) Capildeo’s work-in-progress Gentle Housework of the Sacrifice.

Radius: A Story of Feminist Revolution

Yasmin El-Rifae

‘The only thing that was clear was that the square would be full, and Opantish had to be ready.’

An excerpt from Yasmin El-Rifae’s account of the Egyptian revolution and its aftermath, Radius.

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.

Three Poems

John Freeman

‘One morning time trips a reel / and I’m confronted with / the object I will become / carpentered for eternity.’

An extract from John Freeman’sWind, Trees.

They Tell You They Love You

Niamh Donnelly

‘Sometimes, in the shower, he finds new and surprising bruises, whose origin he can’t place.’

A story by Niamh Donnelly.

Three Poems

Cecilia Knapp

Three poems from Cecilia Knapp’s poetry collection, Peach Pig.

On Silk

Sally Wen Mao

‘At the silk museum, / the silkworms crumpled themselves in baskets, / lazy and dazed in the spoils of mulberry.’

A poem by Sally Wen Mao.

In Conversation

Kamila Shamsie & Sunjeev Sahota

A conversation between Kamila Shamsie and Sunjeev Sahota.