CafésHolly Pester Welcome to Cafs! A dream scene to study in. A place to perform at an open mic. A limited paradise with overheads. Where we can eat sausage cassoulet and not think about work. Where we can meet friends and not think about love. Where we can meet lovers and be too nervous to eat. In Holly Pesters unique lyric, the caf space is rendered as a fantastical structure through which to explore pressurised subjectivities in the shape of a worker, a

The Lady of Elche is Kristin Dykstra's translation of one of Amanda Berenguer

into the conversation it started a hundred and fifty years ago

alle dubbele betekenissen naarstig adopteert en voortdurend op zoek gaat naar tegenstellingen

In the largest peacetime loss of life in Chilean military history

Between words

front desks

As both poet and scholar

charmed by Ra’ad’s ability to write tender poems in times of destruction and fury

Dichter en activist Chus Pato komt uit Galicië

Graham Foust

moving and absurd book by one of the most influential artists of his generation

Als een archeologe gaat Sasja Janssen in zowel uitwaaierende