Our editor Kusi Okamura on mothers and sons and a future of equality
Robert Taylor on the future of young men of color in America
Maria Behan on #metoo, sexual predation, and why the bitch is back
Mike Hembury on Blade Runner, gender equality and why men need to step up
Annie Mark-Westfall on role models, career goals and finding work-life balance
Hadassah Damien on transforming our relationship with money to thrive in the future
Lorna O’Hara on opening up about sexual harassment and moving towards a feminist future
Jami Ingledue on the many ways we can mother ourselves
Irena Ioannou on the ways in which parents can undermine their children’s future
Tim Clark on why he persists on being a hopeless optimist
James Prenatt on moving past disappointment towards a better future
Our Artist-in-Residence Devon Balwit’s poems ‘After the Singularity’, ‘Hard Choices’ and ‘Ex Machina’ with images by Kerfe Roig
The Last of the Last (of Us)
We are the last, making our way through the loveliest
of decay, gutted busses draped with vines, Jesus light
streaming through shattered windows, giraffes poking
anachronistic heads through gaping frames to gnaw
shoots rooted in wallboard then willowing away, an ethereal
caravan through wreckage. Ahead of us our task awaits,
but for now, we read old letters, lose ourselves in photographs,
throw back our heads to read signs from a time when signs
meant something, all the while attentive to the clicking,
weapons at the ready. I would like to stay here with the
giraffes, to climb their musky flanks and straddle them,
a new type of nomad, high above the desolation. Forget
the cure, let the infected rot, their spores disperse. Let us
found a new Eden, engender a new people, scavenge what
we can, create what we can. Let us, you and I, leave the
plot, the plotting, to others, cutting our losses, all ties
to what was. It won’t be long before entropy has its way;
the skyscrapers will be as baobabs, nest, roost, living dolmens.
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