Clio’s Kingdom

What Else Would the Son of a Cat Do…?

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GABRIEL ROSENSTOCK What Else Would the Son of a Cat Do…? …only kill a mouse! Of course! I have been a member of Gaels Anonymous for fourteen years now, I’d say. Maybe longer, even? You’d think I’d remember, considering how fateful a…

From the Diary of a Kitchen Hand

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SILVIA PIO I got myself hired because I wanted to be close to him, to hear him swiftly swirl only ten steps away from me. I cheated on my education to get this job, the only one available in his…

My Boobs and I

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FADWA AL QASEM They just don’t let me be. And so, I’m ever alone; they’re always with me. If I try to forget, to be oblivious to their presence, I don’t succeed. For the slightest movement causes them to wriggle,…

Put your feet up

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JOHN I. CLARKE “We’ll stay at home and take it easy. We’ll avoid the half-term crowds. Unwind a bit. You can put your feet up and relax.” It had been agreed then – no week in the Lakes after all.…

The Galloping Horses

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JOKHA AL HARTHI Nassir al-Abd does not understand anymore; he used to conceptualize life as something stable. He used to touch the stability of life, but he knew, in a mysterious way, that it is not as stable as it…

Dear Anne

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JOHN I. CLARKE Method and organisation I will shore against my ruins. A couple of hours will see me through these exercise books, a bit of flick and tick while Eric is preparing the dinner. Eric? Oh he’s quite the…

A stroll in the city

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CATHERINE LONIE Thanks to Irvine Welsh and “Trainspotting”, the ancient port of Leith is infamous. Even before Welsh’s novel, my grandmother had a low opinion of the place and would have been horrified to know any of her kin, however…