Vampire
Robert Coover
‘His wife comes in, baring, with a wink, her incisors, and offers him a Bloody Mary.’
2023 Forward Prizes

Withstances
‘I alone know a running stream
that is recovery partly and dim sweat
of a day-fever’
A poem by Rowan Evans.

In Conversation
‘Humour is a thread we hang onto. It punctures through the fog of guilt.’
Momtaza Mehri in conversation with Warsan Shire.

In Conversation
‘Something shifted in me that night. A small voice in my head said, maybe you can make a way for yourself as a poet here, too.’
Mary Jean Chan in conversation with Andrew McMillan.

Joy and Insecurity in Port-au-Prince
‘There was to be an exhibition. There were lots of pictures like his, apparently – of waiters, pastry cooks, valets, bellboys.’
An essay by Jason Allen-Paisant from Granta 159: What Do You See?

Naming
‘I have started to see that nothing is itself’
A poem by Jason Allen-Paisant from Granta 154: I’ve Been Away for a While.
Robert Coover
Robert Coover was born in America in 1932. is the author of more than twenty books, including Noir, The Brunist Day of Wrath and Huck Out West. He has also published a collection of plays and Pricksongs and Descants, a several collections of short stories. He is the recipient of numerous awards and fellowships, including those from the National Endowment for the Arts, the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the Guggenheim Foundation.
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