In the last three years I have driven along some of the smaller, less-travelled roads of the Mississippi Delta.
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Ken Light revisits the photos he took of immigrants crossing the border between Mexico and the US in the 1980s.
‘My voice may grate your nerves again.’
A poem by Harryette Mullen.
‘Your friends might never know you intimately. There are those that will know you intimately but never be your friend.’
Jia Pingwa on friendship.
‘I promise you, the committee only looks at two things: how feasible a proposal is, and what it could actually do for the environment.’
A bureaucrat and an entrepreneur discuss environment-saving proposals in a short play by Si’an Chen, translated by Jeremy Tiang.
‘On the doorstep, in the glare of the security lamp, was a thin, bearded man holding a black, breathless terrier.’
Fiction by Joe Stretch.
‘I have come home from Africa, jumping from a tropical roasting-pit and dropping into a snow-bank.’
