My love, you said you were a wolf, and I worshipped you the messy little hairs of your pelt, and I worshipped you along your rubbed-dirt paths and with my face turned towards gunsh
Going to the 'red zone' of war, every time I catch myself in an extreme diligence when preparing my own body: I shave everything carefully, I'm doing manicures for a long time, I c
Dear Sir, I watch you from the ceiling, your coffee requests more sugar. Something about the clothes and the shoes is off, you shouldn't have patched up all the holes. Grab the day
At 9:45pm, we turn off the election results and turn on The Gilmore Girls on Netflix, because watching these results trickle has become too stressful. I also make cookies — Jac
It’s been like living on a sinking ship far from land. The last few weeks in ‘post-Brexit-Britain’ have been tough, hot and humid and without air-conditioning. We haven’t B
Until recently, I had never met him. I have very few heroes, but the Italian journalist, author and anti-mafia campaigner Roberto Saviano is one of them. Ten years ago Saviano’s
There was a time in the United Kingdom when we could bury our heads in the sand and go about our daily lives, for weeks on end, without hearing the word “Europe.” We are, of co
The new European Review of Poetry, Books and Culture has launched. Funded by the EU through the Versopolis initiative, this new, free online magazine focuses on the books and cultu
