Articles

A cloud is suspended in the west
and squalls assail us from the south,
but no one can fathom what is now.

“Minority faiths in Britain have always started their architectural journey by adapting existing buildings and creating their religious spaces in improvised and ad hoc ways.

I watched through the window
sunlight performing nothing in particular while the radio announced
if someone were to die, we could not hold a funeral.

Where else but in fiction—both reading and writing it—can one try on so many different kinds of salvation?

I was trying to pray. How I yearned to pray! But I was both fascinated and repelled by this man’s presence.

On caring for an aging parent

Over their caravan, a banner emblazoned with the words of their father: That we may live and not die.

John Matthias explores the outer limits of the sonnet form.