For my ancestral mothers Something pure and unsaid made me Turn away from my wailing soul, Fix my footing in the shifting sand, And forget like a broken mirror the asps, Assassins, and their bog-wet progeny Besetting me, as foretold by the oracle; Hissing and jostling like eels to take my heart Into the sewers […]

I began the day with grey dawn, nervous that the blue sky and sun I longed for might not appear, but then I realised it was not yet six in the morning

I began the day with grey dawn, nervous that the blue sky and sun I longed for might not appear, but then I realised it was not yet six in the morning. Another early start, in these months of awkward starting and stopping, convincing ourselves the world as we once lived in it was still […]

Professor Praman Odoi dissects the question of literary culpability under a paranoid police state. Professor Praman

I began the day with grey dawn, nervous that the blue sky and sun I longed for might not appear, but then I realised it was not yet six in the morning. Another early start, in these months of awkward starting and stopping, convincing ourselves the world as we once lived in it was still […]