‘It’s almost impossible to describe how it feels to believe in God. There really aren’t words elevated enough to explain it.’
Three years ago I was raped. A man broke into my flat in Camden in the middle of the night, woke me up by punching me in the face, menaced me with my own carving knife, tied me up, raped me and then threatened to burn me alive. Against overwhelming odds, I escaped. Afterwards I found myself saying o…
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‘We meet at various points in the great swathes of the past that neither of us were alive to witness.’
Allen Bratton on a daytrip to a castle with his older boyfriend.
‘Listening to three white poets, whom I suspect are academics, talk about the state of poetry.’
Oluwaseun Olayiwola eavesdrops on an older generation.
‘I’d been dubious about his company at first.’
Sarah Moss on watching Shakespeare with her twelve-year-old son.
‘She didn’t trust us because, to her, tenants were like children.’
Kate Zambreno on negotiating with her older landlady.
‘A moment now swallowed in embarrassment, I asked a question only a young person might ask an older one.’
Lynne Tillman on trying to understand what makes a generation.
‘On Friday 20 March 1998 at ten-thirty in the morning I was lying in the bath, washing my hair’.
‘The burden in law on the pregnant person is to show that they are at risk, in need; they must ask, and hope, rather than demand.’
Memoir by Andrea Brady.
‘On Good Friday, the priest in the livestream video stood inside the darkened sanctuary.’
Fiction by Nicolette Polek.
‘They queue up to pass, lap / like waves beside her, to receive the darshan / from her one, black eye.’
Poetry by Phoebe Power.
‘Postures of graceful receptivity, or surrender. How do we tell the difference?’
A.K. Blakemore introduces Suzie Howell’s photographs.
‘The water was chilly and sweet – cold enough to stay with me and make me shiver while I did some shopping later.’
