Flèche: multilingualism, queerness, and Mary Jean Chan’s search for self-understanding
Charlotte Grimwade An exploration of queerness and cultural identity, Mary Jean Chan’s most well-known poetry collection, Flèche, is...
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Jun 13, 20211 min read
Conspirasea
By Ruby Edgeley Mankind has been caught. Sunk, Swarming inside the net cast around the world and over our eyes, As the underwater war...
Apr 4, 20212 min read
Seeing Her
By Ruby Edgeley If she could see herself through my eyes she would see, A woman filled with silenced intelligence, And water thoughts...
Mar 10, 20212 min read
Mind Split
By Carmina Budworth I write poetry about my experiences with bipolar and love. This is a piece on body dysmorphia. My mind has always...
Feb 2, 20211 min read
Dream
Dream, a poem by Imogen Melbourne In fricticous pursuit My assailant chases me Over the small suburban garden where the tournament will be...
Oct 31, 20201 min read
Poetry | Sketch Ketch by Fergus Byron-Low
I’m not the horse, I’m the charioteer But I’ve got no reins so I don’t know how to steer The oyster shell on my desk ain’t got no pearl...
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Poetry | A Fungal Disease of the Roots by Lucy Johnson
Root rot is a fungal disease that manifests in over-watered plants. It is treated by cutting affected roots and repotting in clean soil....
Sep 20, 20201 min read
Poetry | Witching Hour by Fergus Byron-Low
Witching hour in the universe Necklaces hang like strange fruit from heaven Skin cold in the midnight hum The mirror in the corner leads...
Aug 31, 20201 min read
Poetry | Lockdown by Lilly Subbotin
It wasn’t perfect We were on top of each other Like jenga It sometimes came crashing down Your single bed With springs digging into my...
Aug 22, 20201 min read
Poetry | Poetry Moves On by Aimee Dyson
Why don’t you want me? Am I really that bad? That unwanted? That boring? Don’t you see All the good I can do If you open your eyes To...
Aug 4, 20202 min read
Poetry | Rooms I have lived in by Ellie Taylor
A room only a little bigger than my arm-span The door: number 3 on a metal circle at the top left-hand corner. a heavy lock, it slammed...
Jun 23, 20201 min read
Oranges and Adolescence by Ruby Edgeley
As adolescence slipped away, the orange clang to her branch, afraid to fall. To fall would mean to be exposed, Vulnerable, To see the...
Jun 21, 20201 min read
Orange Dress
There she sits, limp in her waxen dress that is hugging her curves but almost ripping at the seams. I rub her gently to find that perfect...
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