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Jay G Ying
Jay G Ying’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in PBS Bulletin, Ambit, amberflora and The Willowherb Review. He was the winner of the 2017 Poetry Book Society Student Poetry Prize and shortlisted for the inaugural Desperate Literature Short Fiction Prize. He is currently a postgraduate student in Edinburgh, Scotland.

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Can Xue’s ‘Love in the New Millennium’

Book Review

May 2019

Jay G Ying

Book Review

May 2019

Over the last thirty years Can Xue has created an astonishing body of avant-garde literature exploring the limits of the individual. The vision of...
From a past life I am warning you that I have come into my grand unified theory My cheeks are swollen, my tongue changed, I know every dirty bruise on me hides a windrose or hydrangea The latest moon outlives us I have faith in its flood of electrical slogans I dreamt the bodies irradiated that terminal hall like a few violets in the mud; via the glass, the violent view, a military jet blooms its buds I did not mind so much the dreaming, and yet I still desired to make my way over, to cross in to your threshold Under the departure screen I slept so the numbers would not see me I was just an avatar in the prayer room resting or resurrecting Who still remembers the Nabateans? The queue was over After the drones, life after life, the heritages were in danger I folded myself with the headlines so that I would have nothing to declare Believe me when I tell you this:   > I was not going to kill anybody / I was undecided / I pressed the buttons to check myself in / I lived it / I escaped it
The Last Life

Prize Entry

November 2018

Jay G Ying


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Art

October 2014

For the Motherboard

Vanessa Hodgkinson

James Bridle

Art

October 2014

Please click on the links below to download, print and assemble (instructions in slideshow above) Vanessa Hodgkinson’s For the Motherboard:...

poetry

October 2014

Roman Nights

Martin Glaz Serup

TR. Christopher Sand-Iversen

poetry

October 2014

4.    It’s New Year’s Eve, I’m standing newly divorced on a roof in a town, we toast the...

poetry

November 2012

Mr Minotaur

Simon Pomery

poetry

November 2012

Hey Mr Minotaur, so red, so neatly hunchbacked on account of your thick neck, ready to headbutt victims to...

 

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