Saturday 30th May 2026

The Source

Siskin

Near the riverside, a girl with walnut hair sat with her back to the crowd. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and she wore a white skirt...

May Morning

Smudged mascara and the curling of coffee steam. Small yawns and the shuffling of...

Sunday

That Sunday could arrive first-class, Wrapped in tissue and stickers with minimalist logo. Sent anonymously (from...

Peacocks

Their grounds abut a large colonial on Staten Island: Five or six of them Swaggering along...

Wandering Walser

Walser died in the same style in which he wrote: he went on a lonely walk and never came back.

New Year

Redrafting a life with no object for feeling

Beyond the window

Fated to be caught perpetually behind the window, always waiting for that elusive tomorrow.

quarantine hands

Fingers like pharaoh’s doomed to crumble

A Nation Under Siege

Darius Parvizi-Wayne spent three weeks in lockdown at the end of his five month stay in Italy. Here he recalls the empty streets with a mixture of verse and visuals.

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