[published in Bandit Fiction, issue 2, 20/06/2018; republished in Hypertrophic Press, Winter 2018]
“Sammy is in the kitchen.”
Sammy pronounces it more like “kit-hen” when he points to the upper right-hand part of the diagram. It’s a common problem, that harsher “-ch” that doesn’t exist in all languages. We’ve done a sheet like this with cutesy drawings of architecturally unsound houses every week for the past month that I’ve been coming to the refugee centre.
[published in The Boar, 30/05/2018]
It’s getting to be that weird time of year again: the one where some people have finished all their exams and coursework and are celebrating by downing absurd amounts of vodka, while other people are only halfway through and are really starting to feel the burnout. If you’re reading this and you’re in the latter group, you’re no doubt procrastinating to a ridiculous degree and should probably get back to work. But, since you’re here, why not procrastinate productively?
[filmed, edited and captioned for Kamena Magazine]
[published in Kamena Magazine, 22/05/18]
Jonathan Edwards’ first poetry collection, My Family and Other Superheroes (Seren Books, 2014), was the winner of the 2014 Costa Poetry Award. His humorous poetry covers life growing up in Wales, filled with characters from Evel Knievel to Marty McFly to bicycling nuns. He holds an MA in Writing from Warwick, and currently teaches in Wales.
[published in The Boar, 14/03/18]
Barbara Tuchman, historian and Pulitzer Prize-winning author, once said: “books are the carriers of civilisation. Without books, history is silent. Books are humanity in print”. These words remain timeless. More than understanding humanity, books help us understand inhumanity, moments of evil alongside the moments of brightness. Books are an emotional map of our history, and this is more relevant than ever when we talk about the Holocaust.
(originally published by Use Your Words)
One day I’ll meet you in the streets of south London
Twenty years from now
When all this is long
Said and done, saying how
Strange it is the way time flies.