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The June Issue

By June 17, 2025

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Mr. Rothlan

By June 17, 2025

“It had been during one of those quiet and ambling days that I fell back in touch with an old favourite teacher of mine who had disappeared from our school in the winter of my final year under mysterious and unexplained circumstances.”

Fragmentos

By June 17, 2025

Look down at the art. Feel the steel with your feet.

Ileya

By Adedayo Agarau June 17, 2025

With feathers in his throat, Baba Ngani Agba opens the morning. In that record, he and his apala band sing about kindreds.

Wind

By Adedayo Agarau June 17, 2025
It could be my ghost finding / the touch of its mother in a house where the doors are / shutting against the portals of grief. I could be coming / through the window as wind.

The Hindu House

By June 17, 2025
“But before the shriek, before the body and the stain, and the flicking on of the bare bulb, before Poonam Aunty fainted and collapsed in a bundle next to her husband's dead body, before she recovered her senses and started shrieking again, there was a celebration at Saith’s house, the only Hindu house in the whole country – and I was invited.”

From the Archives

Between Sadness and Happiness

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He used to say, “What’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine.” I realize now how these phrases have no meaning once you’re pitted against each other, once you need to go your separate ways.

Awam Amkpa: And So On

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In a sequel interview, the Nigerian director Awam Amkpa speaks about the missing scenes in his award-winning film, The Man Died, inspired by Wole Soyinka’s 1971 “prison notes.”

CATEGORY SIX

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A love story spiraling through myth and memory, “Category Six” captures the emotional force of a storm that defies all known categories and the island that shapes it.

Cut Blooms

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"I remembered little of the day my mother died, and of the funeral even less. All I retained were a child's impressions: a cup of water in my hand, its surface slowly warming. Black patent shoes on a green lawn, a pair of dangling, stockinged feet. The smell of my father mingled with the stench of his cologne."

Jongo & Adriano

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In the entrails of Rio’s brush, a flight is in process: Jongo, African of Angola, and Adriano, a Brazilian Criollo, risk the dense forest seeking the freedom to be
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