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Moving Nowhere Here
Kimberly Campanello
‘I am afraid to say we are all / progressing or regressing / down a more or less screwy road / found on a very old map / until / we are going Nowhere.’
A poem by Kimberly Campanello.
Trembling
Maru Ayase
‘I always felt this way whenever a fresh stone grew inside me.’ A story by Maru Ayase, translated from the Japanese by Haydn Trowell.
Brutes
Dizz Tate
‘It was a Saturday and we had nothing to do like every other day of our lives.’
An extract from Brutes by Dizz Tate.
Three Poems
Seán Hewitt
‘I looked away, ashamed, / then raised my hand / to the hawthorn / and plucked its fruit.’
Poetry by Seán Hewitt.
Notes on Craft
Lee Lai
‘I’ve loved experiencing the page as a map, as something to be wandered across.’
Lee Lai on the function of page and panel in comics.
Self-Replicating Textual Worms
Lucy Mercer
‘Sometimes, it is better to not know what is behind the veil, decode the sign.’
Lucy Mercer on motherhood, emblems and obscurity.
Two Poems
Eleni Sikelianos
‘in the animal mirror my incisors / were not fangs but surely / they could still tear / meat’
Two poems by Eleni Sikelianos.
Two Poems
Fee Griffin
‘I went to Enid’s funeral and there was a mole on the coffin and it seemed / aware of us but unconcerned.’
Two poems by Fee Griffin.
The Premonitions Man
Hanif Kureishi
‘The man died as Arnold predicted. It kept happening, and it was disconcerting, terrifying, like being possessed or going mad.’
A new story by Hanif Kureishi.
