ESSAY | A Citizen Of The World – Isaac Aju

There was something very claustrophobic about being in Nigeria. Nigeria gagged its people. Nigeria strangled people’s voices. People were often afraid to speak out. People were always afraid for no reason, and so being in Nigeria was the last thing you wanted to do. You wanted to move out of Nigeria. If that would not be possible, then you wanted to connect with people who were not Nigerians. You wanted to know more about the world. You wanted to move into the real world. You wanted your mindset to morph from Nigeria to The World.

Some observations concerning the desirability of a new paradigm for medicine

We physicians have never had a clearly defined mission. That mattered less when expectations were lower and we could do less. Now though, the reigning paradigm is grounded in basic science, excessively confident, inpatient-centric, and broadly focused on treatment of symptoms and signs, on diagnosis and therapy. The development of a new medical paradigm seems…

The Piano Man – Frances Green

That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.

ONE POEM – Denisa Vítová

I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.

In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food – Hamnah Khan

In Time I Find Strength, in Time I Get Caught in the Memories of Food There had been a time when I had been told that if I had to go through the most important events in my life I would remember only a mere hour of them, all of them painfully squished against each…

ONE POEM – Lucy Holme

Unlike a jellyfish, she has a brain but doubts her instinct for survival.
swoop siren, dive under.

ART: ALL IS ONE – Camila Curiel

We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.

ONE POEM – David Linklater

The train leans through
the Highland line, Inverness
to Fearn, wheat either side.
This carriage bows for you.

TranSItion – Seigar

“Ignorance produces hate, knowing is the best way to tackle ignorance, and empathy is the only path to love.”

TWO POEMS – Al McClimens

‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’

COMFORT FOODS // TWO POEMS – Daniele Nunziata

I’ve tried planting potatoes since you left,
but they never grow the way they did for you.

Failing to Eat a Local Delicacy – Michael O’Mahony

Lorighittas are a type of pasta made in one small village, Morgongiori, on a side of a mountain on the east of Sardinia. Only the women of this village, and only some of them, know how to make lorighittas. A lorighitta is effectively a woven pasta made from a dough of semolina and water. Each…

ONE POEM – Bronwen Wilson

I imagine turning into
a flamingo, likes the ones
on my onesie that I’m dying
to wear.

Porridge

COMFORT FOODS // Bombay Toast – Samarth Agarwal

ONE POEM – Emilie Delcourt

FICTION | Salvage – Ian C Smith