Phases
“Sania watched her break, the woman in the mirror.” By Naima Memon, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“Sania watched her break, the woman in the mirror.” By Naima Memon, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“I was to only observe and watch Father and receive instructions from him for the first week. On my first day, I noticed that he was much more respected at home than at work.” By Abubakar Mehmood, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop
Read More“I have tried to imagine my mother’s face for as long as I can remember.” By Mahvish Yasin, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“She waved away my tears and told me to just ignore them./ I was not American enough to get the joke…”
Poem of the Week (8 March), by Joan Glass.
“Immortality is perfection. Perfection is possible only for those without consciousness or with infinite consciousness.” By Mehreen Fatima Ashfaq, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop.
Read More“This will be her first ever voyage to the West Ice… Inexperienced. Alone…”
Story of the Week (March 3), by Tor Even Svanes. Translated from Norwegian by Rosie Hedger.
“In the afternoon, Dona Oliva found herself all but alone on deck, reclining in one of the loungers.” Story of the Week (February 24), by Veronica Stigger. Translated from the Portuguese by Zoë Perry.
Read More“This is where I leave you: our faces maps no more, but lands for others to inhabit…”
A poem against borders, by Mahtem Shiferraw.
“This is not a suitcase or a fleeing day. This is not Arabic jazz or a city of lights.”
A poem against borders, by Nathalie Handal.
“borders are like seams/ they must be sewed/ tightly to hold…”
A poem against borders, by Ottilie Mulzet.