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Victoria Adukwei Bulley
VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and has held artistic residencies internationally in the US, Brazil and at the V&A Museum in London. A Complete Works and Instituto Sacatar fellow, her pamphlet Girl B (Akashic) forms part of the 2017 New-Generation African Poets series. She is a doctoral student at Royal Holloway, University of London, where she is the recipient of a Technē studentship for doctoral research in Creative Writing.

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On Water

Essay

Issue No. 29

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Essay

Issue No. 29

& we say to her what have you done with our kin that you swallowed? & she says that was ages ago, you’ve drunk...

Interview

Issue No. 26

Interview with Saidiya Hartman

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Interview

Issue No. 26

The first time I encountered Saidiya Hartman, she was a voice in salt., an award-winning play by artist and...

At Kabul airport, a man I mistook for a foreigner   A security guard, red-haired with blue eyes and pale skin, patting me down I couldn’t help but look him directly in the face And he returned the compliment before joking with his colleagues in Dari He looked just like a guy who sells fashion-wear on Lamb’s Conduit When – I wondered – when in the archeologies of all the civilisations that have passed through these mountains and deserts was he deposited here? I thought he was Irish   Waiting at the gate with sun whiting out the hazy mountainous horizon and a beautiful greenhouse of a morning Two helicopters fly across the silhouetted, flattened scene Always in twos Humming like insects – of course – across the sky Then two more And another pair…and another Five pairs in all They pass from left to right in the two-dimensional morning, from east to west was it? I am not sure Perhaps north to south   And then they return, arcing back in a line like a scorpion’s tail, descending one after the other to land like a stairway or a ski-lift Afterwards three aircraft, flashing in like birds, swooping to land almost together, without a second thought   We wind up above Kabul in a corkscrew   *   In Herat we land hard and fast after a steep turn and a roll from side to side, wing to wing A drone under concave shelter Like a toy, in pale grey, or grey white As we pass out it departs, trailing electronically through the sky   The hum of activity   A long, straight road, lined with tall pines For some reason surprised that the Russians (or the British) didn’t raze them   The office like a summerhouse, rose bushes and red carpets, and warm, sky-blue air An elaborate (but probably cheap) golden mirror above a sink on the first-floor central landing, a touch of grand decay   The security situation – like everywhere – is deteriorating in the province For civilians and aid workers, for police and security Threats abound The Taliban and others are rich with poppy harvests, busy gaining influence from a

Contributor

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Contributor

October 2018

VICTORIA ADUKWEI BULLEY is a poet, writer and filmmaker. She is the recipient of an Eric Gregory Award, and...

Nafissa Thompson-Spires’s ‘Heads of the Colored People’

Book Review

October 2018

Victoria Adukwei Bulley

Book Review

October 2018

Somewhere on the internet is a two-hour video of a lecture by the late writer and filmmaker Kathleen Collins, author of the short story...

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April 2014

by Accident

David Isaacs

fiction

April 2014

[To be read aloud]   I want to begin – and I hope I don’t come across as autistic...

Art

November 2015

None of this is Real

Anna Coatman

Art

November 2015

Rachel Maclean’s films are startlingly new and disturbingly familiar. Splicing fairy tales with reality television shows, tabloid stories, Disney...

fiction

Issue No. 9

Pulitzer Prize-Winning Author James Murphy's Notes on Nicola Morelli Berengo

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Issue No. 9

Biography | Cattolicissimo trio composed of mother father beloved son. God, why doesn’t the English language have an equivalent...

 

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