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My mother embraces me when I least expect it, and pushes me offthe edge of the cliff when I need it the most. When I try to run away from...

That moment when We ran so fast to catch that last-minute train Rain drowning streets, dripping off metal pipes We hopped on, out of...

you look at me and i shrink into the cracks of the brickwork i find comfort in the humming of electric ( i wish i was electric ) my blood...

From days that look like dishwater Spring extends her little green arms Coddles us in bright midday skies And everything seems like it...

i am her and she is me if i tried to count how many times i would run out of fingers we would all run out of fingers so engrained it...

My throat is torn A mess Of bloody fingerprints scattering Claiming victory to my Plundered spirit It's funny. why is it so easy to Throw...

The Shape and the Colour In the old dusk there are Sleeping cars sinking into their wheels And someone somewhere is Knitting one,...

Staying at home is sitting in a bright room watching the day darken behind glass. A noisy washing machine. Reruns of A Place in the Sun....

Poem by Aria Aristotleous Artwork/Design by Charlotte Dobson

We used to set his television screen so that it sang blue A brute bright blue that consumed us with the rest of the room We lay and we...

sometimes her mind crumbles cracks a jigsaw piece trapped between old sofa sheets she blinks seconds, a breath as the girl with silver...

Words by Isabel-Sofia Pias Diaz Artwork by Claudia Smith (@claudiart_photo) When I think of apocalyptic environments, strangely enough I...

Words by Angelica Krikler Photography by Charlotte Dobson Green Man Trying to cross the road I hear Bradford’s harmonica planes...

By Kathryn Wassell He paints her posed and poised. It would not do to have the face turned over— No—it would not do To have that pretty...

By Anonymous Illustration by Anita Klein Sometimes the worst relationships are the hardest to get over. Breaking unhealthy patterns and...

By Sophie Fennelly While it is impossible to deny that these are challenging times for us all, I am trying my best to view them in a way...

By Alice Browne Ottessa Moshfegh’s My Year of Rest and Relaxation follows the experience of a perpetually bored narrator, alone and self...