As Western imperialism celebrates another imperialist peace, we are further away from Palestinian statehood than ever before. The so-called ‘two-state solution’ lies buried beneath Gaza’s rubble, as the settlements spread across the West Bank.| The Communist
Last Friday was incredible. A political general strike against the genocide in Gaza shut down Italy. It is an enormous source of inspiration and possibility, with the conditions which arose to such a strike not being unique to Italy. We must draw the necessary lessons.| The Communist
Dedicated to Lola Kiepja, the last pureblood Selk’nam (b.?–1966) x People who met Dr Megrelian for the first time believed it was his real surname. They also assumed he was a college-educated physician well-versed in the complexity of human malformations and similar afflictions. His birth certificate, however, revealed his true identity. He was Benjamin Cecil Calhoun, … Continue reading The Amazing Story of Dr. Megrelian’s Itinerant Circus and Human Zoo. Fiction by J.B Polk→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
x It was thirty-three years ago, when they both were young. After the dancing had ended and the bar was closing down, they drove to the wind-swept open beach where, hand in hand, they climbed the rocks jutting out into the ocean. Was there a moon or was it just the stars? He couldn’t remember, … Continue reading A Touch of Grace. Fiction by Alexis Levitin→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
x The Fiesta of Forgotten Negras Yo Georgia D. Johnson is here!! and she got enough drinks for e’erbody, though she rarely turnts up, those poetgirls can get so fussy so we are looking especially to MIZZ JEZEBEL over there, spiritual girlie twisting and shuddering them Biblical hips and kicking that man coming over with … Continue reading Two poems by Jennifer Maritza McCauley→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
X Flashback: My father in his dark room, with my older sister, teaching her how to develop photos while doing things to her that she has only now in her seventieth year told me. The dark room faced the kitchen, the busiest room in the house. We were a door away. My mother cooking, my … Continue reading The Way She Walks. Non-fiction by Elisabeth Hanscombe→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
x Secret bleeding They convinced her she was not immortal, and she became mortal, a rhythm drilled into her, x a sweet disorder. She secretly bled and knew somehow, the cave is full with uncontrollable light. x What she needed was a cave, yes, an occasional prayer, a door among all doors, one simple greeting. … Continue reading Two poems by Elif Sezen→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
x Trinity Lutheran Church Ellison Bay, WI A nave so steep, the builder must’ve thought he would ascend. That avocado paint might just get you into heaven. Hope invested to save hundreds—construction for a congregation marked by then in churchyard graves. X X Feather I come to find it is off the wing, among … Continue reading Two poems by Sandra Marchetti→| The Stockholm Review of Literature
