Poetry

Immortal fruit by Sophia Georghiou

This summer we’ve lost each other in healthy heat. I hang about all day straining the flesh of my apple to its core and singing to you through its juice. Whilst holding on to young weight I poke my arse in the air, let myself labour in your lap like a puppy that’s found something… Continue reading Immortal fruit by Sophia Georghiou

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Writing a New Something for Later by Jack Stacey

A new hairdresser came on set of a Johnny Depp film I wish I could work on. Big fan, huge crush ‘n that. Mr. Edward Scissorhands, Captain Sparrow Gilbert fucking Grape, don’t introduce him while she’s got to cut his hair, meet him before hair cut day. Might trim off his head otherwise.   You… Continue reading Writing a New Something for Later by Jack Stacey

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I Will Write a Happy Poem by Riley Smith

I have determined to write a happy poem, Because you make me happy. It’s harder than I thought. The inside of my head is not as pretty As you, even though I have Changed the furniture to coordinate With your earth-made tones. The room locks the doors, Closes windows, Looks in mirrors to find you,… Continue reading I Will Write a Happy Poem by Riley Smith

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Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

Here they come  In the millions  Marching strong  Axe in hand  A blood thirsty look  A desire to kill  A smile on face  No regret in mind  We run  We hide  We pray  We cry  Here comes man With their axe held high  We hide our young  Protect with our lives  We hold them close… Continue reading Man Against Nature by Demi-May Sharpe

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back seat blues by Beth Phillips

the pavement is decorated in past lovers, girls like me with black-hole hand-me-downs, with a plan far too fragile to last the night.   and you taste like planes to greece, like the tension between our teeth, like that midnight goodbye before you take shelter on the floor, that penny carpet where my money once… Continue reading back seat blues by Beth Phillips

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Just Words by Sarah Williams

He is drowning in a sea of words. A language that will never belong to him: hypothesis, photosynthesis, thesis - conform. The teacher’s monotonous monotone voice drones on as wave upon wave of words pummel towards him. He catches the odd one or two, but most pass by as he slowly drifts further out to… Continue reading Just Words by Sarah Williams