‘He is wrong, though. You didn’t read poetry at all. He had wanted you to read poetry but you didn’t.’
He nearly called you again last night. Can you imagine that, after all this time? (He does. He imagines calling you or running into you by chance. Depending on the weather, he imagines you in one of those cotton dresses of yours with flowers on it, or in faded blue jeans and a thick woollen button-u…
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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.
‘Dinner plates empty in front of me, and the present softens and melts’.
New fiction from David Hayden.
‘What’s in a state of mind? How do we describe emotions, or the complex relationship between individuals and the state?’
‘Red sadness never appears sad . . . it appears in flashes of passion, anger, fear, inspiration and courage, in dark unsellable visions; it is an upside down penny concealed beneath a tea cosy.’
‘Human nature is not improved by concealment, especially when it comes to the past.’
A short story by Andrew O’Hagan.
