what it would be like to be a skeleton.
what would happen if each dermal layer melted into the air
& my red stop light flesh went with it
without so much as a snap, crackle or pop?
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what it would be like to be a skeleton.
what would happen if each dermal layer melted into the air
& my red stop light flesh went with it
without so much as a snap, crackle or pop?
Hello and welcome to the first edition of Comfort Foods! In the academic arena, Food Studies is an incredibly rich interdisciplinary field which looks to delineate much of the things we’d like to discuss here – predominantly, the relationship between food and culture – while grounding food in its social, political and even scientific context….
Nora Selmani is a writer and poet based in London, an MA student in Comparative Literature at Kings College London and an Arts & Humanities editor at Porridge. We caught up with Nora to find out more about her first collection of poetry, Portraits, which has recently been released by the Cardiff-based publisher Lumin. In Portraits,…
Image: Dhimitër Vangjeli – The village of Prodan near the Greek border, birthplace of the photographer. Kolonja, Albania via albanianphotography.net Homecoming I run to come full circle. To return to fields of wheat that worked me raw as a child. To watch these people, my people, pray to a new god and honour the traditions of…
Image: M. F. Husain – Man, 1951 Nora Selmani is an academic marketing executive, co-editor of Porridge Magazine and part-time witch interested in gender and diaspora. Her work has appeared in Dead King Magazine, FEMRAT, Peach Mag, O GOCE, and OCCULUM. She tweets @arbnoraselmani Intercultural transfer in the poetry of Arun Kolatkar ‘Lady if I start a poem in this country it will not…
Nora Selmani is a final year English and Creative Writing student at the University of Birmingham. Her interests include diasporic literature, feminist readings of everything, and poetry. Kaede and Jiro in Kurosawa’s Ran. ‘By day and night he wrongs me…I’ll not endure it’: The Gender Politics of Rewriting King Lear The tragedy of King…