Ink by Leah Squires
Dr Forrester pushed her spectacles up the bridge of her nose and folded her hands in her lap. “So, Nieve, how are the dreams?” We’d agreed not to call them night terrors. “I’m still having t... Read More
Ad Astra by Evangeline Konsoula
When this letter finds you, I hope that you are well. That you are smiling and enjoying the first days of the marching spring. Reclining in your worn-out garden chaise longue, among the ... Read More
Lockdown by Magdalena Schmidbauer
The night creeps up on you when you don’t pay attention. My eyes were so focused on the screen, I didn’t notice the daylight leaving the room. It’s quiet, apart from the sound of a tv coming fro... Read More
Thoughts on the Bus at Night by Hazel Rogers
Sister, darling How strange that you have come to me, As starlings do come When day succumbs To dusk. In velvet dark Wheels below me Steine, Way, Park, I cannot hear my thoughts But I can close... Read More
Who Are You, If You Are Not Where You Come From? by Rosie Cherag-Zade
The Persian carpet lies silently in my father’s living room, no defiance, no opposition, no nothing. I wonder how many Iranians have walked on it, and where it once used to lie. The rich and harmoni... Read More
What Do I Know by Mark Price
Our worlds are so individual. Each encapsulated by an experience; an inheritance of culture and custom. Others enter – sometimes by invitation, but more often than not by seeming co-accidence, if su... Read More
Lockdown of the Caryatid by Chara Vlachaki
There’s a particular reason shades of red are named after wine: burgundy, marsala or claret. The glass on the kitchen table is either half full or half empty. I can see my reflection. More than tha... Read More