WOMEN IN COLOUR
See full photo essay here. Photography by Kirsty Fabiyi and Antonio Perricone. Production and Words by Leela Jadhav. Featuring Toni Busuttil, Eliza Chee, Daffodil Dhayaa, Henna Khanom, Jiaqi Kang, Karishma Paun, Keisha Asare, Laila March, Mrinmoyee Roy, Myra Ali, Nohely Peraza, Rache
Soulmate
Soulmate makes me think of dover sole these days. Happily Ever After has gone stale One and Only, Forever and Ever — they smell foul, smug, over-fed, their appeal expired. Instead, my mind is reeling with threads they tell me must be cut clean one day. You say they have to snap and strain but
Chloe in August
We wake together, downy arms interwoven over warm summer stomachs. She rises first, slips from bed to bask at the window’s shrine to midday sun. Wayward strands of butterscotch hair glare blonder still in the wake of sun’s flooding. She sheds a skin of cotton vest, shorts, steps into last
The Magic Act
Hold me close and I disappear! It’s my most famous trick. My thin lips grin at their gasps and their cries as I vanish from your arms. There you are, as the night begins, wrapped up in show-girl spangles, and I’m pulling flowers from my wrist, a rabbit from a hat, tricks crafted [&
He Cried (Story)
I always have more to say to my friend when I’m not talking to him. He’s been having a really hard time. Today was a special case, an Essex blizzard scuffing muddy patches up hillsides. Today he hid his face in my side so he could cry: a quiet upheaval in the thick [&hellip
When we leave we need to pass this on
When we leave we need to pass this on To hop the twig with two handfuls, Head bent to follow the echo Whether an other’s or our own. When you’ve got this, then we’ll go Wading the tough river with its noise Underfoot, clay between toes Toward the jutted bank, the hang-tooth of s
I Saw the Son of Man
I I saw the Son of Man lying on the 95 – probably one of a dozen prints, someone’s elementary school project now splayed like a fossil ripely excavated, blanching in the sun – his sheltering apple strudelized. It reminds me of how the sky is, its sheer-blue polythene perforated
Photo Essay
Jordan has long been a place of transit. A land of nomadic peoples. Nabateans, Romans, Sasanians, Byzantines. Palestinians, Syrians, Iraqis, Egyptians. But despite what feels like the constant movement of its peoples, the landscape itself is beautifully still. You can’t help but breathe slower, as
Nebuchadnezzar
Ah, so you want to dream better! I’m your man, I’m the one to ask, for dreaming is all about asking the right questions without knowing that one oneself questions! The point of the exercise, excuse me, sir, is stop that thinking, which you, learned sir! do so much of. Instead you must wor