The first one was a taste of luck on a spring day as I folded towels in the kids’ bathroom. The shiny little bubble moved clumsily up the mirror, seemed actually to waddle in her red armour with its cheerful yellow spots.
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The first one was a taste of luck on a spring day as I folded towels in the kids’ bathroom. The shiny little bubble moved clumsily up the mirror, seemed actually to waddle in her red armour with its cheerful yellow spots.
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
Rebecca Miller is author of the novel, The Private Lives of Pippa Lee (2008) and the short story collections Personal Velocity (2001) and Total (2022).
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‘She turned toward the voice and there he was, standing there, like Death.’
A short story by Rebecca Miller.
‘They couldn’t put their finger on exactly what it was they craved, but they knew it was very different to what they had.’
Fiction by Vincenzo Latronico, translated by Sophie Hughes.
‘We decided then to tell each other exactly how a typical fuck played out in our marriages. We couldn’t believe we’d never done this before.’
Fiction by Miranda July.
‘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.
‘How can I accept a trauma or a loss that I cannot define?’
Rebecca May Johnson on pregnancy and divining the future.
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
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