Dawn: Dawn at the Edge of the World

Dawn: Dawn at the Edge of the World

Dawn at the Edge of the World Kevan Manwaring UK It has just gone 11am and I am standing in the pre-dawn light at a fault-line between worlds. Here, on the Mid-Atlantic Ridge the continental plates of North America and Eurasia pull apart at the rate of an inch a year,...
War & Peace: The Eagle and the Phoenix

War & Peace: The Eagle and the Phoenix

The Eagle and the Phoenix Jennifer Carr USA What was once the sulfuric taste of mortar blasts or the iron tint of blood has become the taste of red peppers. Cigarette smoke has replaced burning diesel. Once-refugees are instead Kosovar exports in the form of football...
War & Peace: The Eagle and the Phoenix

War & Peace: On Cultural Identity and the Caucasus

On Cultural Identity and the Caucasus Shriya Malhotra India There was a heaviness in Tbilisi, that of a national past weighing on the present in an unresolved way. Conflicted memories of Georgia’s history – of being a part of the USSR, the subsequent collapse...
Lost: Lost and Found in St Margaret’s Hope

Lost: Lost and Found in St Margaret’s Hope

Lost and Found in St Margaret’s Hope Laura Bissell United Kingdom-Scotland A silver acorn attached to a pocket watch, Pict skeletons under the floorboards, an ornate façade covering a concrete bunker, the tweeting from inner walls where birds are nesting, two journeys...
Lost: Lost in an Empty Land

Lost: Lost in an Empty Land

Lost in an Empty Land Kevan Manwaring United Kingdom-Scotland As an artist-writer adapting Paul Klee’s approach of ‘taking a line for a walk’, I like to lose myself in a landscape. Foot becomes pen; path becomes page. I find that this process occurs most often on...
Lost: A Walk Among Signs: Berlin’s Places of Remembrance

Lost: A Walk Among Signs: Berlin’s Places of Remembrance

A Walk Among Signs: Berlin’s Places of Remembrance Giulia Pines USA The German verb erinnern was always one of the hardest for me to master. First there were its multiple syllables, without a hint as to which to emphasise. Then there was the reflexive pronoun and the...
Lost: Psychogeographer

Lost: Psychogeographer

Psychogeographer Richard Oduor Oduku Kenya I live in a city of water – on shipping containers where men sit on duka-fronts sipping ganja tea & amphibious trucks sail downstream tailgates streaking black paint on undulating ripples & stoic farmers tail them, in...