Literature

In limbo by Angela Washington Curled up in bed  a tiny shrunken foetal figure  white hair on white pillow  her body scarcely there  swamped by white covers still as death  in limbo  stuck  in a no man’s land  hovering on a threshold…

When we think of metal music, many lapse into instinctual cliches and stereotypes of darkness, volume, and anger, and, while much of this holds true, there is so much more to the genre. Dan Franklin’s engaging and expansive book encourages…

After All by Hiram Larew For some reason you think in a different way as soon as you go outside. It doesn’t make any difference if you’re in the city or far up in the hills. It doesn’t matter if there is time or not or if it’s spring…

From the opening dedication of her eight novel, Girl, Woman, Other, Anglo-Nigerian best-selling author Bernardine Evaristo, makes her intention of telling marginalised stories by usually overlooked minority groups clear:  For the sisters…

Mapping a New Reality By Siobhan MacMahon When all the old paths have been concreted over, the way forgotten, when words shape-shift beneath your feet, spelling another reality, when you don’t know what to pray for…

Let us go then, you and I By Bernadette Gallagher to look at a spider’s web in the fog of a spring morning to see a cat’s tail shoot up as you approach to see the sun lift the mist from the valley to hear a letter drop through the…

I think you an Ira By Eyiamoni Apeji Today, I think you an Ira, with curly hair and giant palms I think you tall and funny and full of warmth I think you happier than most with purpose without ghosts…

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Is love a practice or a place?  And where does it go, when it comes?   "Paco came from the sea," she said.  It was all she had ever said. Long before the wind was captured.  Before a word was ever spoken.  Before darkness became more than…

Two Lines Meet By Sageanne Senneff triangular patterns form on your hands kaleidoscoping under the light from the window another tock sounds from the wall draped in dust sun breaks through the glass harmonising with the…