For Hanfang Since the Beijing massacres, the question has already been put bluntly to me several times: “Why were most of our pundits so constantly wrong on the subject of …
The Skin I’m In (Iona Italia)
All my life, I have been accused of having the wrong skin colour. My body’s wrapper—loosening and crinkling slightly around the eyes and mouth now, like the bow-tie-shaped foil around …
The Emperor’s Return (Anne Casey)
Just one piece—they will never notice he whinnied as he secreted the piece in his pocket just before he ordered the summary evisceration of his predecessor, as black letters slicked …
The World’s Longest Daisy Chain (Jenny Lindsay)
The first time I was complicit in inflicting public humiliation on someone has left a strong enough impression on me to be writing about it thirty-five years later. For various …
Desolation Songs (Robbie Coburn)
Karma Indiscriminate rain and sunlight. muted light, the room instantly full of bodies — the way they pull up your sleeves and remove your shirt, examining your arms and chest …
Back on ‘Zac (Nina Payley)
Why I am returning to my regular dose of Prozac after 2 years of tapering off A few days ago, at a candy store in another town, I asked if …
Monostich for a time of resistance (Amanda Anastasi)
Within the tyrant, a tripped over child. The stuck are full of words. The mirror reveals my first and last enemy. Most robbers come bearing gifts. First the shrinking waves, …
Reading and Writing in Exile (Mammad Aidani)
Gazing at the mirror, it says: You were born, There is no return to the time before that, so, keep on living. Exile is the strangest story. No one knows …
As a Mother (Mandy Sayer)
Mrs Vickers was watching the six o’clock news, as she did every night, while sipping a Guinness and lemonade shandy. She liked the reader, Marcus Howell, whose deep voice was …
Eggs of Freedom (Nina Sanadze)
If you’re not a runner, get out of bed the moment you open your eyes. Throw on your ripped jeans and Birks, your painting shirt—nothing too sporty. Maybe even your …