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Ella Boxall pens her thoughts. Saying goodbye to summer is one of the hardest moments in the year for me. The world reluctantly slinks...

Audrey Tay writes a poem for Lippy.... Irene My home has left me. It’s left with its warmth and familiarity, the lack of novelty, its...

i was going to call this poem ‘never fall for a narcissist’ but i thought that would be a bit discriminatory. never say never. i think...

Nathan Horner shares his cooking experience.... Post subjecting myself to what can only be described as quite literally an alarmingly...

A creative piece by Sage Hamon When Sol opens her eyes, she finds herself placated by the intense stare of the girl nestled in the...

A poem by Sam Cooke the moment i last saw you, you were so gorgeous standing there by the door the sun created halos round you refracted...

A poem by Sam Cooke secrecy and lies and hatred and lies what is up what the fuck is up with my mind out my window i see the whole world...

this piece was constructed from notes people left at the lunar launch party. some are secrets, some are dreams, some are nice things. all...

Editor-in-Chief Alice Graham pens her thoughts Birthdays are hard. They just are. Whether it’s the impending sense of doom that links the...

A poem by Sam Cooke Should I take my top off? Would you rather I keep it all on? Some like my mystery, Others skin They can lay their...

A poem by Shubham Agarwal [24.5.97] You opened your eyes for the first time today, And I swear at that moment it was the happiest I have...

tw // sexual assault Transcription: I hate public transport. Sweat in the air Static exhaustion Silent anxieties Emitted from British...

Amelia Bird writes "The Den" - transcription below. Holding and held, I am sewn into the past, In this fleeting grasp of memory I am...

transcription: if only you could bottle up happiness and save it for later date i think we could both do with some of that now the look...

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...