Fiction | Gleanings by Jack Sheehan
Jack Sheehan Gleanings When the weather is dry I sometimes sleep with the chickens. People will tell you they’re…
Fiction | Paris est magique by Wendy Erskine
Wendy Erskine Paris est magique Bus is rammed, always full on the wet days with the blazers stinking of dogs’…
Fiction | Faint-Hearted Z by Viken Berberian
Viken Berberian Faint-Hearted Z We are known to grumble, but no one expected war to break out. At our…
Fiction | The Crying Suite by David Hering
David Hering The Crying Suite Lachrynoma: cancer of the tears. I was sent down to a stone building behind the…
Fiction | Asphyxia by Violette Leduc
My mother never gave me her hand… She always helped me on and off pavements by pinching my frock or coat very lightly at the spot where the armhole provides a grip. It humiliated me. I felt I was inside the body of an old horse with my carter dragging me along by one ear… One afternoon, as a gleaming carriage sped past, splattering the leaden summer with its reflections, I pushed the hand away right in the middle of the road. She pinched the cloth […]
Fiction | We Can Be Friends by Lauren Sarazen
There was a cluster of coats and hats careening over the railing, and when I got closer I could see what they were looking at. The basin, which had been full of water the last time I’d passed, was drained to the dregs and men in coveralls and tall rubber boots were crawling around in the sludge […]
Archive | Breakfast with Borges by Andrew Graham-Yooll
First published in The London Magazine March 1983, Vol.22, No.12 Jorge Luis Borges entered the Pedmonte Restaurant on Avenida de Mayo with…
Archive | Fiction | Silvio by Arturo Vivante
First published in the June 1970 edition of The London Magazine (Vol. 10, No. 3) Like a statue too…
Fiction | On His Own Ground by Vis Nathan
First published in the December 1976/January 1977 of The London Magazine (Volume 16, No.5) Gopal entered his cubby-hole surrounded…
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