By JAMES PEAKE. ◊ after Susanna Clarke 1. omeone who recovers what’s been lost, has committed to the steady and dubious art of unforgetting, ways of being, blind spots we didn’t know to compensate for, weight no one thought to infer, things without a name in our language. Someone whose own lives are many, and […]

By Mélisande Fitzsimons. ◊ Alone in her Prison Cell, Aliénor d’Aquitaine Reflects on the Randomness of Language and History ngland, England, land of sputum and spit, I love it. I have always loved your spirit, even when your buttery tongue licked me into near losing the deep fur, felt sounds of my own. Against the […]

By SIMON COLLINGS. ♦ The Fish Eye t the bottom of his plate of fish soup Gunther found an eye looking at him. He was horrified. In the local folklore, discovering a fish eye in one’s soup was a worrying omen, and Gunther believed strongly in local lore. He scooped the eye onto his spoon […]

By JOHN WILKINSON. ◊ ECLOGUE: EACH TO EACH The flattened world is incapable of folding its creatures; they enter no burrows, nests cannot raise a rookery aloft amidst spheres of mistletoe, new carrot-top curls subside, creep along the earth they intrigue and disguise, matted and too shallow. What can break the bed, transparency of air […]