Clio’s Kingdom

From the Diary of a Kitchen Hand

Kitchen-Hand

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

boobs

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,…

Other Christmases: 1947

Mondovì, fotografia d'epoca

SILVANO GREGOLI Italy, Mondovì, Delle Ripe Street. A few days before Christmas 1947. The basket of Baby Jesus was waiting, already filled with presents for the children of the Delle Ripe neighborhood. That year, it was mostly socks. Exultate! The…

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

copertina

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

per anna

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

LEITH SHORE

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…