In the Name of Red Rima BuainiFrom lips and warmed cheeks to silk and falling leaves, the subjects of Z. R. Ghanis poems radiate with redness. Sometimes a cloak, often a shining symbol, Ghanis reds are sacred and dazzling: pomegranates ripening to jewels and perfectly placed bindis shining like suns. But something darker lurks beneath the ruby depths. A city is held hostage by a heatwave, a flame is lit in a dark room, a ballerina twists inside a jewellery box. As though
like prayer and other holy forms
‘As my father can no longer cross the bridge into my world
Dare Henrietta give into his advances and anger her violent husband
They are a curation of silly tales that have been illustrated and bound into a book
The first issue this year is devoted to fiction writers from all over the Arab world - from Egypt and Iraq
Tripticks maps new territories for the novel – aspiring to a form of pop art via the drawings of the artist Carol Annand and anticipating the genre-busting work of Kathy Acker through collage and gory satire
Speculatrix is at once the voyeur and the observed
From bombsites used as childhood playgrounds to lockdown FaceTime calls
It’s a book about art and love
how language has the power to conceal even as it reveals
joint-winner of the 2010 IMPAC prize for his translation of The Twin by Gerbrand Bakker
City State showcases the work of twenty-seven London writers between the ages of 16 and 36
