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I see the rabbits sitting in the lively grass So full of love and life. The sun is blazing in the afternoon salvation. He replies “How...

TW: Self-harm I fear I will never truly be human to know how to inhabit a body; making walls out of my skin and art from my scars....

They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...

Up the carpeted stairs, a hand slides along the greasy banister. Below, sticky floors with spilt Jager bombs swirl in a sickly pit. One...

In the Thai café, with its oily light, Its odours whose colourful shapes vaporise behind buildings. An orange glow casts a haze out into...

A crash course in compassion in which there are no coaches, only players I am in the autumn of my life. And for as long as I can...

I am an alien, she is an atheist what makes us so damn different. why do her bones press on my brain, why am I growing with nothing to...

Sam's Inner Monologue... I love it when he’s with me Do I really? I love him holding me, wanting me, kissing me My toes...

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...