Sex vs. Books
Editor’s Note: this piece has been kicking around The ISIS archives since 1983. I was going to write something myself, but I couldn’t be bothered. Then I found this in the archives, and given that it already has my name on it, I was going to pass it off as my own work. So I […]
Poetry
Well I went. They speak on issues that are mine. They don’t realise it though. “Council housing” “The working class” That’s me! I’m here. Hello? They served me octopus terrine! Served. To me? And I’d never had terrine. And I didn’t
Weekly Roundup: Us, New Zealand’s Weapons Ban and Emilia Clarke’s Big Reveal
Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern praised as New Zealand bans all military style weapons Opinion pieces praising Jacinda Ardern’s leadership as exemplary have cropped up a plenty in the last week. Her response in the wake of the Christchurch shooting has been remarkably human, emotional and stead
Poetry
I was Lord of a country no one cared for. The Queen fucked men for money, and the King dug graves. At luncheon, he played Death with his favourite courtiers, kissing them once on the forehead and then declaring them knaves – he buried them living. Nobody cared. A good King kills one man for [&
Fiction
Many people don’t step outside their comfort zones. But I’m not many people. I’m one person. And I’m a journalist. The Croydon Cat Killer is reported to have dismembered and decapitated more than 400 cats across England since 2014. Reports of his activities have spread as far north as Manche
Weekly Roundup: Christchurch, Climate Strike, and the World Wide Web
Christchurch Terrorist Attack A white nationalist terrorist murdered fifty Muslims on Friday, and injured many more. The attack targeted two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand during Friday noon prayers using guns and improvised explosives. The perpetrator was not known to New Zealand security for
Sonnet for My Grandparents
You, doused in sugars from my papa’s cane. You, a sickening cinnamon burning. And this plum amidst your wet, fat folds: pain: It knows of none. Nonna’s dough is churning. Pubescent grand-kids shunned sugar-gnocchi All the while adults gorged, and nonna fed. Tongue-buds grew. Sweet-lover,
Weekly Round Up: Akwaeke Emezi, Fleabag, and HIV Treatment
Non-binary Author Nominated for Women’s Prize for Fiction Non-binary author Akwaeke Emezi has been nominated for the £30,000 Women’s Prize for Fiction for their first novel, Freshwater. Controversially, it is the first time in the twenty-seven year history of the award that a person who doe
Poetry
<html> <body> He tells me online life is orgiastic, all mental spasms, congealing cancerous cysts licked by dread, self-flagellating until torn + tarred + turned on: – u ok? – Cossacks everywhere, hoofbeats, drumbeats, that ultraviolent noise, sensory deprivation up-regulated