Olivier Faivre

  to a chandelier Wo viel Licht ist, ist starker Schatten. Goethe fire-drunk, you dangle like a bad metaphor: a too-ripe melon, tugging umbilical at the ceiling. your shape:       just right:       the élan of a soap bubble your flux:           too bright:    ...

Alix Scott-Martin

  Founding these boys have iron bones forged in foundries tongues like metal latches hinged at the shoulders names    clattering clasps on stone their forefathers knew soot as dawn light the trudge & lift of it worn in their palm lines bit lips tasting of...

Milla Chunton

      How to Make Tako Nigiri Cooked sushi rice Sashimi-grade octopus Wasabi Nori A feeling of closeness A sharp knife First, you will need to cook sushi rice. On your dad’s chair he balances a donabe rice cooker. He crouches over the bag of rice on the...

Ozge Gozturk

      Row Your Own Boat, Please. It’s hard to be a bird in the winter – legs dipped into cold, dirty Thames’ water.  No roof to hide under. It’s hard to stand against the current to prove your fallacies, your name, under your oppressing fog. It’s hard...

Sekhar Banerjee

      Of Shadows and Blebs November, the slow month, crowds the morning streets like a herd of brown ponies looking for a patch of green Ferries, laden with mint and cauliflowers, sprout on the Hooghly River like blebs on its soft skin Calcutta, full of...

David Belcher

      I am about to do something bodacious Barefoot in the yard, eating a slice of buttered toast, I feel a tremor in my bones. Usually, I am full of plans, but not today. I cannot picture the future. I am carried along by the sensation that I am about...