BREAKING SILENCE – A SHORT STORY BY LAURA MUETZELFELDT
That word, ‘Heimweh.’ He’s at a talk by an author in the basement of a local bookshop. He walked in late and was ushered to an empty seat in the front row by… Continue reading
That word, ‘Heimweh.’ He’s at a talk by an author in the basement of a local bookshop. He walked in late and was ushered to an empty seat in the front row by… Continue reading →
These are the seventeen days and we have been told to count them. I bow my head and notice only the steady drone of engines. I clasp my hands together in front of… Continue reading →
It is unlikely the true reason why many of the carousels of Paris turned feral and left the City of Lights for dimmer locales will ever be known. Notoriously, they are the most… Continue reading →
“Get up, there’s a joab oan!” “Fuck up, let me sleep!” “Sleep!? Yuv bin sleepin aw fuckin day. An am sposed tae be the deed yin?” “Aye, that’s right, ye are, so hows… Continue reading →
It happened in Chennai in 2015. What was a young lad, Alan Brodie, from Elgin doing in Chennai, India? You might well ask! My journey began months earlier, with a dream of a… Continue reading →
This is the end, my friend. Jim Morrison Only when he writes ‘I’ does he become ‘I’ so he’s… Continue reading →
Kathrine Sowerby, The Spit, the Sound and the Nest (Vagabond Voices, 2017) By Sarah Spence When Felix in Kathrine Sowerby’s The Spit, the Sound and the Nest asks Rita if “it’s wrong to leave… Continue reading →
This essay is part of our Threat Levels series. In 2006, the UK passed from a seemingly more casual and non-specific BIKINI state to a more serious state of threat, varying from substantial to critical. The reference to… Continue reading →
Enrique Vila-Matas, Vampire in Love, short stories collected and translated by Margaret Jull Costa (And Other Stories, November 2016) by Delaina Haslam Vampire in Love is curious in that it has not only… Continue reading →
(photo: Art Perry) “Now here’s a fine, square-shouldered whiskey for you. You’ll like this one.” Giving Art a nod, Jack twists the bottle cap with exaggerated care, like a sapper extracting a fuse… Continue reading →