Poetry
Palimpsest
By Alessio Zanelli
How many times along the way
have you stopped on the edge
to watch an oddly-shaped stone
or a flower jutting from the grass?
Prose
Palimpsest
Read by Marcel Krueger
The map of Europe is still slashed with past trauma, embedded in the landscape. And it is maybe at the periphery, away from the centre, that these remnants are best visible.

By Ellie Ballantine
Where we live now
the forest meets us
at the door