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Issue No. 30

Preti Taneja

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Issue No. 30

And the night John Berger died, I, Maria, pale shadow, the youngest sister of Sabine, was walking the city. And the gallery stayed open...

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January 2021

‘Like a pope, at the edge of the well’

Veronica Stigger

TR. Zoë Perry

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January 2021

A selection of short pieces by Veronica Stigger   The Bridge   Todo empezó como una broma. When Pedro...

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December 2020

The Custard Factory

Camilla Grudova

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December 2020

The explosion happened one mid-morning at the Swan Custard Factory. A dust-cloud of cornstarch was ignited, blowing off the...

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December 2020

Distancing

Jacinda Townsend

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December 2020

Ruth held out her gloved hands to Clarisse, wiggled her latex-coated fingers. ‘No risk,’ she said, pointing to the...

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October 2020

Mother and Sven

Line Kallmayer

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October 2020

  1   Her mother calls. Sven is in hospital and he is not coming back. He will most...

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September 2020

Deep Brown, Verging on Black

Norman Erikson Pasaribu

TR. Tiffany Tsao

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September 2020

He turns around and stares straight at me.   We’re walking up the long road leading to his house....

Caspian Tiger

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July 2020

Judith Schalansky

TR. Jackie Smith

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July 2020

Ancient Rome CASPIAN TIGER Panthera tigris virgata, also known as Persian, Mazandaran, Hyrcanian and Turanian tiger   * It was the separation of their...
My job during the war was to administer beatings This didn’t make me better than anyone else, particularly not the people I beat To ensure that I never forgot this, I was periodically beaten myself I, Laura Grimsey, a White, beaten quite roughly but within official boundaries by a Brown A team of Browns was retained expressly for this purpose: to beat the beaters   I celebrated my two-year work anniversary the week the war circus arrived This was by chance also the ten-year anniversary of the war effort itself The economy was soaring To celebrate in a traditional manner, the Bureau had received a shipment of commemorative tin helmets and tin flasks, and at the entrance to the war circus’s big top tent, spectators were handed tiny tin keyrings fashioned in the shape of a nuclear warhead with every circus programme Whites and Browns flocked to the war circus together, flush with anniversary bonuses and promotions In tribute to the unsinkable camaraderie of our army, the Whites and Browns bought each other pails of popcorn from the clown shuffling between the stands with a plastic tube of fluffy kernels braced like a sandbag across her shoulders   #   The War Machine Speaks with a Liquorice Tongue   Immigration, boy Can’t fault the Browns, far better off as they were loping through deserts and savannahs Hunting that big game under their own God-given sun Unafraid of what sails down from the sky But here we are Here we are We can only get on with it Come together, all of us patriots White Brown No matter We know our bombs the way we know our lovers The Annabelle The Betsy The Claudette In the armament factories we bellow out love songs Hands percuss metal shells We forget whose voice is White Whose Brown We’re lucky to have steady jobs What’s more, bonuses Britain Britain First Britain first  
Sweet Sting

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May 2020

Sara Saab


 

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