Hope Is For The Unprepared (Or Me) by Rémy Ngamije

Content warning: racial slur  “Love has no exit interviews,” I say. “Closure is the poor man’s time travelling.” My voice is cold over the phone. I tell myself the situation calls for it; I’m speaking to my ex-girlfriend, after all. She’s not any ex-girlfriend. She...

By the River by Noah Singh-Harris

It often feels like there’s nothing left to say. Let me clarify: there’s nothing peaceful left to say. Nothing that will not provoke the howling in the night and more blue and green bruises on the soft spots of myself. Nothing that will prevent your rage – forever...

Regeneration by Kit Jenkin

“Lord,” then said I, “on me one breath, And let me die before my death!” Henry Vaughn   I remember Calvin and Darwin being spoken of with the same tongue, seeing our King James Bible beside A Brief History of Time, and the theory of relativity being used to prove...

The Ocean Guiding Your Body by Noah Singh-Harris

The mirror is whiter than usual, the sunlight shining through the windows showing the dust, the life on it. In it – or on it – is you. You stare at yourself for ages and never have the same thought. You want to know if this is you, really you; it could be anyone...

Glendalough by Anna Loughran

I Chrissy stopped in her tracks and turned to Helen in excitement. “Look, Mum,” she said. “Look at the sparkle in the water. It’s gold, I swear. I’m going to be rolling in it, just you wait!” She ran ahead across the narrow shore. The others followed, sapped by the...

The Firebird in Bangkok by Pim Wangtechawat

  There was a firebird in Bangkok, two days after Valentine’s Day. The first sighting of the bird was at 4:57 pm: a woman selling fake iPhone cases on the street near the Tesco Lotus at On Nut called 191 and reported that she had seen wings in the sky, just above...

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