Ethno-ethical-geographic-dating rituals or critical climate crisis: critical or Anthropo[seen] or massified taxonomies of lost-wilderness [lost] or how to be spell A for abstract without any BEEs [Note that this piece’s formatting is best viewed on a larger screen] Tim Loveday is a poet, writer, educator and baby academic. His work explores class, masculinity, online radicalisation,Continue reading “Tim Loveday”
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Alexander Bennetts
they should invent a kind of fish that loves the hook / or a human that craves to be forgotten
Angela Gardner
not for the south wind but for the clarity of the water…
Kim Kenyon
how true to lie / suspended in motion
Ash Shirvington
The sun was falling over the pool and Bo was starting to feel tired—until Zeke pulled out the fish. They’d been practising their backstroke in the warm water, eyes growing radioactive with chlorine, when Zeke surfaced, dark hair licked up on the left side of his head. He flopped out of the pool on his stomach, returning with the bag.
Lucia Dawes Durneen
There are some things you can tell people only at night. Slow things, because you are learning how to speak across absences.
Emma Yearwood
I listen to Teju Cole talk about swimming on the New Yorker Fiction Podcast, how he counts himself among swimmers, though he cannot, in fact, swim. He is talking about Anne Carson’s story ‘1=1’, where swimming becomes ‘ten thousand adjustments of vivid action, the staining together of mind and time’.
Theadora Birkett
Hands cradle the slick screen—providing warmth.