Charlotte Grimwade An exploration of queerness and cultural identity, Mary Jean Chan’s most well-known poetry collection, Flèche, is...

By Ruby Edgeley Mankind has been caught. Sunk, Swarming inside the net cast around the world and over our eyes, As the underwater war...

By Ruby Edgeley If she could see herself through my eyes she would see, A woman filled with silenced intelligence,  And water thoughts...

By Carmina Budworth I write poetry about my experiences with bipolar and love. This is a piece on body dysmorphia. My mind has always...

Dream, a poem by Imogen Melbourne In fricticous pursuit My assailant chases me Over the small suburban garden where the tournament will be...

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...

Root rot is a fungal disease that manifests in over-watered plants. It is treated by cutting affected roots and repotting in clean soil....

Witching hour in the universe Necklaces hang like strange fruit from heaven Skin cold in the midnight hum The mirror in the corner leads...

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...

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...

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...

As adolescence slipped away, the orange clang to her branch, afraid to fall. To fall would mean to be exposed, Vulnerable, To see the...

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...