‘I think of this when raising my eyes / to a filigreed cross in a sanctuary‘’
We could eat grapes half the morning like Goethe
hunkered against an obelisk,
waiting on the proper angle for the season
to see the Sistine sun-kissed,
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Ariel Saramandi on her experience teaching in a lycée in Mauritius.
Fiction by Sidik Fofana, set in the South.
Kevin Maxwell on the police in the UK.
Morgan Parker and Rachel Long in conversation.
Poetry by Danez Smith, author of Don't Call Us Dead.
‘I rediscovered the efficacy of meter (or the ‘contrast between fixity and flux’) when I was stuck in a shark tunnel with my kids and was afraid I was coming down with a panic attack.’
‘the snow reflecting off / your torch was the / colour of your thoughts’
‘We do it all day every day until we can’t see. / We do it with a belt between our teeth.’
‘In the place where I grew up there were horses, thighs moving like nudity under their fur’
