‘Kamara had always resented the glamour of half-castes.’
Kamara moved closer to the bathroom mirror, turning from side to side, examining the folded lumps of her belly. She closed her eyes and imagined her belly flat as a book cover and then she imagined Tracy touching it with those paint-stained fingers. She opened her eyes. Josh was standing by the bath…
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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.
‘I like to think now that he knew how much I liked him, from the beginning, and that we were both equal participants in the ritual.’
‘The Master was a little crazy; he had spent too many years reading books overseas’
‘Chinechelum said little as her mother drove her to the airport.’
‘His accent was what the British called posh, the kind some rich Nigerians tried to mimic and ended up sounding unintentionally funny.’
‘Finally! I thought. Now I get to work in a big factory. I was fifteen and a half years old. I was a child laborer.’
Xiao Hai on coming of age in the factories of Shenzhen, translated by Tony Hao.
‘I prefer not to speculate about what might have happened if I had not taken the ECG.’
