Demisexuals don't feel sexual desire without strong emotional attachment. Grey asexuals feel sexual desire, but rarely. Are they the same thing?
Written in the immediate aftermath of an anxiety attack, this poem is my frantic attempt to give words to the indescribable feeling that anxiety really is.
Each stage of love imagined as a colour in the rainbow.
When satire is aimed at the powerless, it's not just cruel, it's vulgar.
In this poem, a young woman imagines writing to her son about the constraints of masculinity.
The jinn 'possess' humans at a cellular level, just as immigrants 'invade' the nation on a societal level.
Ernst Haffner, translated from the German by Michael Hoffman, writes about destitution and despair in their rawest form, without any romanticising to soften the blow for readers.