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Leon Craig
Leon Craig is a writer and editor based in Berlin. She has written for the TLS, the Literary ReviewAnother Gaze and the London Magazine among others. Her queer gothic short story collection Parallel Hells is published by Sceptre Books and she is currently working on her first novel The Decadence.

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Cosy Violence

Book Review

June 2023

Leon Craig

Book Review

June 2023

The 22 year old Australian narrator of K Patrick’s sensuous, subversive debut novel is a long way from home. A matron at an unnamed...

Fiction

September 2021

Lick the Dust

Leon Craig

Fiction

September 2021

When you misplace something in the library here, it stays lost for a very long time. The eighteenth-century catalogue...

I know the tiger is here If I listen carefully, I can sometimes hear it panting on the other side of the door Mr Samuels says I should mind myself and always be quiet so I don’t excite it He says if the tiger gets too excited, it might knock down the door to see what’s on the other side, and then I would be in real trouble He shows me pictures of tigers in a book, and reads out the text to me:    The tiger (Panthera tigris) is the largest member of the cat family (Felidae) Tigers have patterned fur that mimics shadows, so they are able (despite their large size) to be camouflaged when hunting prey   I nod, and think hidden in plain sight   Mr Samuels has been working with the tiger for years He knows all about tigers At least once a day, he says to me:    ‘It’s my job to work with the tiger, and it’s your job to make the bracelets’    But often, I feel sad and don’t want to make bracelets – I miss my sister She left a long time ago Sometimes I ask Mr Samuels how long ago she left But he doesn’t answer me, just shushes me and gives me an energy bar Mr Samuels makes the energy bars himself when he’s up in the lab with the tiger, and it’s funny – they make me feel relaxed, not full of energy Sometimes if I’m really sad he gives me two, and then I’m allowed to lie down for the rest of the day and not work I lie in my hammock and look at the patterns on the wallpaper and remember things I feel fuzzy and floaty   I remember when I was little and I wouldn’t eat my dinner and Mr Samuels put it on my head Smushed it in so the mashed potato and gravy covered my curls I locked myself in the bathroom that day and wouldn’t come out Obstinate That’s what he called me It’s my earliest memory I remember sitting looking at my reflection in

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig is a writer and editor based in Berlin. She has written for the TLS, the Literary Review, Another Gaze and the London Magazine among...

Art Review

April 2019

Oscar Wilde Temple, Studio Voltaire

Leon Craig

Art Review

April 2019

The light is dim, the air richly scented. Little purple tea lights flicker in the votive candle rack and...

[Getting] Down with Gal Pals

Feature

November 2018

Leon Craig

Feature

November 2018

There’s a moment in Laura Kaye’s underrated novel English Animals when the protagonist Mirka, sitting in the village bar with her married lover, notices...
Mute Canticle

Prize Entry

April 2016

Leon Craig

Prize Entry

April 2016

Giulio the singing fascist came to pick me up from the little airport in his Jeep. He made sure to come round and hold...

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Interview

May 2011

Interview with Alison Klayman

Shepherd Laughlin

Interview

May 2011

Until his arrest in Beijing on 3 April as he boarded a plane to Hong Kong, Ai Weiwei was...

poetry

April 2012

The Disappearance

Dana Goodyear

poetry

April 2012

A yellow veil dropped down at evening, and when it lifted everyone was gone. Good mothers fled their young...

poetry

Issue No. 8

The Cloud of Knowing

John Ashbery

poetry

Issue No. 8

There are those who would have paid that. The amount your eyes bonded with (O spangled home) will have...

 

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