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Second Skin
Holly Ann Miller
‘It had been twenty-two years since she had first come to the farm, and it never got any easier seeing how frivolously life was given and taken away.’
Fiction by Holly Ann Miller.
Mehendi Nights
Sharon Aruparayil
‘I drew paisleys unfurling across the palm, peacocks with coiled eyes, and vines curling obediently to the elbow.’
Fiction by Sharon Aruparayil.
The Serpent in the Grove
Jamir Nazir
‘The ring of stone lay there where cocoa gave to bush, its mouth boarded with ply and chance.’
Fiction by Jamir Nazir.
The Bastion’s Shadow
John Edward DeMicoli
‘Valletta had always been a place of layers.’
Fiction by John Edward DeMicoli.
Me and Ma’am
Lisa-Anne Julien
‘The lunch on our laps is from the fridges we clean.’
Fiction by Lisa-Anne Julien.
The Chinese Psyche
Zhang Yueran
‘There is something tantalising about the possibility of psychotherapy reshaping the Chinese psyche.’ Zhang Yueran on therapy in China.
Dark Hole
Ayşegül Savaş
‘I spent most days in our single bed, sleeping, eating pasta, sleeping some more.’
Ayşegül Savaş on life after university.
Four Poems
Rae Armantrout
‘allowing someone else / to make small decisions for me / feels slightly erotic’
Four poems by Rae Armantrout.
My Millenarian Year
Ralf Webb
‘We believed the world would undergo radical change in 2012 and Adam, and Adam alone, could guide us through.’
Ralf Webb on charismatic leaders and the end of the world.
Always Late
Anna Metcalfe
‘I wanted to be unreliable. I liked being trapped in the present. This was what lateness allowed – invisibility, being nowhere.’
Anna Metcalfe on postponement.
Looking at Boars
James Vincent
‘Here was an animal literally biting humanity in the arse, payback for our consumer comforts.’
James Vincent on the return of wild boar to the UK.
