Porridge

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…

Porridge

ESSAY | I Have to Tell You – Laura Goncalves Ribeiro

ONE POEM – Olivia Walwyn

ESSAY | On the Decline – Sarah Davis

ESSAY | Eating Khichdi in Kenya – Farah Ahamed

ONE POEM – Lee Fraser

ESSAY | Don’t Rattle Granny’s Bones – Sharon Kirsch