A personal memoir about a young woman who finds herself depressed at a hen party. Continue Reading High Priestesses
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On the surface all is peaceful. All is tidy and cared for. But there is more here than that you can see. There are things that are hidden. ...
I had an affair with the star’s husband. She was having an affair with the husband of someone who didn’t know. Fortunately for the star, hypocrisy is no more a ...
I’m not sure what I want out of dating and my inner feminist is nervous. Continue Reading Feminist dating for women in their forties
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All it takes is a quick stroll around central London to demonstrate that its history is etched in stone. Continue Reading Rock of Ages
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Translated by Marissa Skeels. My nights are long. A fixed-point camera facing the sea silently captures large, rolling waves. White spray blends with yellow light and smoothly vanishes. Relayed from ...
What she could have asked me might have been whether I thought I was good enough to marry someone else, and perhaps our conversation could have yielded something different. I ...
The Covid-19 emergency has pushed Italian communities – as well as the rest of the world – to start dancing and singing on balconies. While the victims are tragically increasing, ...
Let any number of women be represented as points in space-time and you will always be able to find a surface that connects them. Continue Reading Alternative Geometries
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The sun should never rise for me again. I am a worthless piece of dung whose ambition is not to live, but to wither away. I could have served, but ...
Towards the end of our time in Mozambique, my wife and I had arranged to meet a friend in Metangula, a small strip of a town on the shores of ...
“We see what happens when you persecute people. They fold into themselves…”
—Mahershala Ali, 2017 SAG Awards Acceptance Speech Continue Reading One Day I’ll Ask the President A ...
A personal memoir about growing up in ’80s London as the child of a Greek Cypriot immigrant. It encapsulates the dichotomy between an identity that forced upon the author, and ...
As James unlocked his door to reveal the inside of his apartment, I considered making up some excuse to leave, but when the door opened, I followed him inside. ...
With each passing kilometre along the E55, my hopes for picturesque Pomak villages nestled in the foothills of the Rhodope Mountains became snarled up in the plastic debris that littered ...
Then I stood and waited, silent, with my arms clasped behind me…I knew them by their smell, or the way they walked, or the cadence of their voice. ...
Having spent my entire life in a classroom, I finally graduated from university in 2015. Continue Reading Lessons from a Homeless Man
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Not that, at twelve, I believed in Saint Nick, but in my desperation I wasn’t above begging for a miracle. Continue Reading Love, Santa
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When he started walking, he would throw himself against walls. Continue Reading The Orphanage
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I still remember the unceremonious jostling and daily turf-battles that took place between tourists, townies and students in the beleaguered city centre. Continue Reading Circumventing the Crowds in ...