‘The Closing Hour’ by Carl Phillips

             There are pleasures so ordinary that we barely notice them. They leave no impression worth mentioning, even. Notthe leaves but the delicate under-leaves that we’d             somehow missed. Not the stranger whom …

Barca Nostra, 19 December 2019

by Olivia Elias Their report cards pinned to their chests will not have saved them pathetic passports barely good enough to make paper balls loaded dice error message this world …

Lasantha Wickrematunge

by Vidyan Ravinthiran Author’s note: The Sri Lankan journalist Lasantha Wickrematunge, editor of The Sunday Leader, was likely assassinated. He wrote an editorial that, published after his death, stirringly accused his …

Spleen

by Nuzhat Bukhari The native’s muscles are always tensed . . . ready . . . – Frantz Fanon Almost all her life had been a slow war. Even between sheets …

Twelve Million

by Taher Adel The letter ح does not exist in any other language, it’s pronounced as h but imagine your lungs are struggling for breath, is that why hub is the most common word for love? because …

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an excerpt from The Ferguson Report: An Erasure Nicole Sealey

She

Hannah Lowe She brought me a glass of orange squash each morning and hers was the strong soothing hand that led me to school, and left me skipping or hop-scotching …

Poetry London Prize 2020: Highly Commended

Luke Allan Mantelpiece with Bananas Sometimes a great boredom comes over me when I am naked. Standing at the window watching a man fasten his daughter into the plastic bike-seat, …

Poetry London Prize 2020: 3rd PRIZE

S. Niroshini Letters to Sunny Leone i. Dear Sunny, I want to explain to you how I lost track of my body. Or rather, how I lost the sense that …