Tuesday 12th May 2026

The Source

May Morning

Smudged mascara and the curling of coffee steam. Small yawns and the shuffling of boots. Tangled hair plaited by the same girl from first-year, a crumbly pastry shared with...

Sunday

That Sunday could arrive first-class, Wrapped in tissue and stickers with minimalist logo. Sent anonymously (from...

Peacocks

Their grounds abut a large colonial on Staten Island: Five or six of them Swaggering along...

New Year

Redrafting a life with no object for feeling

Beyond the window

Fated to be caught perpetually behind the window, always waiting for that elusive tomorrow.

quarantine hands

Fingers like pharaoh’s doomed to crumble

A Nation Under Siege

Darius Parvizi-Wayne spent three weeks in lockdown at the end of his five month stay in Italy. Here he recalls the empty streets with a mixture of verse and visuals.

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