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Leon Craig
Leon Craig’s writing has been published in the TLS, The London Magazine, The Mechanics' Institute Review and elsewhere. She has work forthcoming in Cunning Folk and the anthology Queer Life. Queer Love. Her short story collection, Parallel Hells will be published by Sceptre Books in February 2022.

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Lick the Dust

Fiction

September 2021

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 that alerted me to the...

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...

KARA   I’ve been doing this lately, leaving the flat when Luke’s at work, switching the phone to airplane mode It feels like practice, like I’m building up to something   London is skittish and excitable, a collective disquiet in the dusk The fires have been lit and the air is cinder toffee and carbon I’m following the dark gleam of the river Lea, the domes of light over Canary Wharf No one knows I’m here and the feeling is sweet and weightless like candy floss   I waited until Luke had crossed the square, disappeared on to Mile End Road, before I grabbed the ankle boots from the cupboard, dusted my face with bronzing powder He’d left towels on the bathroom floor, a sheen of condensation on the walls I rubbed a circle in the mirror, raced through the ritual: orange lipstick, copper eyeshadow, black kohl The minutes had colluded with him as he paced and nitpicked in the hallway, I thought he’d never go   Canning Town is there, a mute glow beyond the pylons and recycling plants of Star Lane Visibility is patchy, a brownish fog rising from the marshes at Leamouth The terrain is deeply ingrained, I could draw all its lanes and alleys if I had to, but tonight it plays tricks, forges duplicates and wrong turnings I crisscross avenues of crashed cars and high brick walls, stopping sometimes to look through padlocked gates There are yards inside yards, palettes burning like signalling beacons It should be easy to find Idris, to follow the map with the Ordnance Arms circled in black The lines are scored deep, still legible in the half-light of stalled construction sites Seeing him in September had caught me off guard; he was suddenly there in front of McDonald’s, eyes lasering through the crowds I’d been out of circulation so long I’d started to think I’d imagined those years before Luke; they were like pages in a dream journal, marvellous and unreachable But in the blue-white light of that shopping centre, with its auto-tuned pop and

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig’s writing has been published in the TLS, The London Magazine, The Mechanics’ Institute Review and elsewhere. She...

[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

Issue No. 2

Interview with Michael Hardt

Chris Catanese

Karim Wissa

Interview

Issue No. 2

Michael Hardt is a philosopher and theorist best known for his collaboration with Antonio Negri on a trilogy of...

poetry

October 2013

Transylvania

Jon Stone

poetry

October 2013

The rabbit darkness just beyond the headlights’ sprawl and parcel darkness stopping up the drivers’ mouths like oaths or...

feature

March 2013

Heroines

Kate Zambreno

feature

March 2013

I am beginning to realise that taking the self out of our essays is a form of repression. Taking...

 

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