Chelsea Wolfe is the darkest thing in the woods
September 21, 2026
What if the quickest way to heal is to run towards the hurt, not away from it?
What if the quickest way to heal is to run towards the hurt, not away from it?
The number one question I get asked on social media is: “How is dating a woman different from dating a man?”
Agnes exists in a pre-Trump, pre-COVID, pre-#MeToo New York.
Ashley Douglas, unravels the story of Marie Maitland’s secret lesbian love poetry
“Normal Jean Baker of Troy”: the debut short story collection from a British-Indian writer listed for the Brick Lane Short Story Prize.
From Lost Lambs to Lázár, writers are exploring secrets, power and inheritance. Pia Ghosh-Roy asks how well we can ever know the people we call family.
“Violette Leduc first taught me that happy endings aren’t very queer”: in her 60s, Ruth Novaczek had her heart broken by a woman in her 20s.
“If I’m remembered 100 years from now, I hope it will be not for looks but for books”: a reading list for the queen of East Tennessee.
When was the last time you opened a dictionary and looked up the meaning of a word?
60 years after the first Notting Hill Carnival festival exploded into the West London streets, the 2026 festival is getting a new look and sound with Rhythm and Roots, a Foot Locker x adidas project that forefronts…
Every September, the spirits of the dead return before vanishing four weeks later in a puff of green ash.
Rebecca Birrell walks into the café in canary yellow and chartreuse.
“We’re due a return of weird literature”: 13 works chosen from 163 titles, and it seems the prophecy has come to pass.
Diaristic, hedonistic, full of sex, drugs and techno music: a group of queer women chasing fame, and love, on the cusp of a new millennium.
In April 1476 a young artist was arrested by Florence’s vice squad, the scarily-named Office of the Night, on charges of sodomy.
From Paris to London, Europe is in the thick of a heat wave, with temperatures almost reaching 41C in the City of Lights, and 35.7C in London.
A book about a book, stamped “FEMALE CASE BOOK 22”: the case book of the first woman doctor to work in Ireland’s asylum service.
Independent bookshops are thriving, not dying.
Polyester Zine has been pushing the kitsch agenda since it launched in 2014, encouraging readers to “Have faith in your own bad taste” – a motto derived from the king of camp himself, John Waters.
“Is there anything more to say?” Jailbait, Lolita, nymphette, tease — the Lolita-bites-back narrative through the eyes of a 13-year-old girl.
About twenty minutes into my conversation with Niamh Campbell, a baby cries out into the dark room.
Fightmaster pings onto my computer screen, my eyes can’t help but roam over the home studio behind them, looking for clues.
Marilyn Monroe, born 100 years ago today, lived many lives and went by many names.
“Don’t you think even Yosep’s excretions make him beautiful?” ponders a young woman in a cafe.
Lázár is the rocket that has carried this 22-year-old into the stratosphere: war, magical realism, four generations of an aristocratic Hungarian family.
Whatever you want to call it, there’s no denying that we’ve all become a bit obsessed with Irish culture in recent years.
I had travelled two hours by train and god knows how many clammy minutes on tubes to get here: the entrance to Gagosian.
And if you’ve been online at all since Valentine’s Day, you’ll know which film we mean.
When Madeleine Dunnigan appears on my laptop screen, the day before her debut novel is published, she’s wearing a citrus green sweater and a smile.
From Coyoacán to Mitteleuropa, to London, Baghdad, and back again, books are taking us places this year.
As skirts are hiked mid-ceilidh and forks are raised above plates of haggis, we’re looking beyond Scotland’s national bard and towards the future of Scottish poetry.
On Monday, Irish-born actress Jessie Buckley won the Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Drama for her role as William Shakespeare’s wife Agnes Hathaway – historically known as Anne – in the big-screen adaptation of…
That’s the thing: Hamza Ashraf didn’t do anything.
The sky is ink black outside the train window, mince pies glint from every shop counter, and ice crystals crackle under our boots.
Through the Portal: A Conversation with Dakota Warren Written by: Lexi Covalsen Edited by: Lily-Rose Morris-Zumin Photos by: Luvi Camera When Dakota Warren first appears on my screen, the light from her laptop…
