Vogel’s Toast
Although I was born in Scotland, my memories begin in New Zealand. Looking back at my childhood, it’s akin to a Supercut of a coming of age movie: wharf-jumping, peering into dormant volcanoes, swimming with seals around the islands, mum picking me up early from school because there was a tornado
Mourning of the Fleeting Day
Time flies! Time flies! I say: take a drink. I know not the height of green heavens, nor the depth of yellow earth, only that the icy moon comes after the scorching sun, that they cook our mortal lives. Those who eat bears shall be fat, they that eat frogs shall be thin. To the […]
The Isis Podcasts: Investigative Journalism
The Isis talks investigative journalism with Rachel Oldroyd, managing editor at the Bureau of Investigative Journalism, Oliver Bullough, contributor to The Guardian and author of three books on Russian history and politics, and Jane Bradley, the U.K. Investigative Correspondent to the New York Times
The Isis Podcasts: Visual Art
The Isis Magazine discusses visual art with Jenny Lewis, editorial photographer whose work centers on her experience of living and working in East London, and Jiab Prachakul, a self-taught contemporary figurative artist whose work is concerned with identity. Here is the link to the podcast: https://
Eggshell
Today she has scarcely moved. If there is understanding then that is what she feels this chrysalis Sunday, where new quiet doesn’t boom anymore – his echoes are softer, and she dusts them off into the bubbling boiling with the eggs. Three timid spines crest the water. She raises them carefully,
Out Of Bounds Playlist
To be Out of Bounds is to have the courage to explore the unknown, address the unspoken, question the limitations of the acceptable. Its time we step out of the countless boundaries that seek to confine and define us. The playlist hopes to capture this daring curiosity alongside this term’s editio
Ecdysis
She starts off in vibrant red, the same colour as chandlos on the brown foreheads of Indian women. The scene changes. Countless embroidered mirrors glint on the folds of her lehenga, the sky-blue skirt flowing down from her brown midriff. Cue another scene change. She emerges in a yellow salwar kame
Dusk Shadows
There’s a swell in the yellow assembly: bamboos rustle and hush, unable to contain their giggling at the wind’s rush as huddled and prone to sway as teenage girls – I am almost jealous of these young trees at the edge of the garden skimming stone and sky, knees knocking in the breeze, called t
