I’m Sorry For What I Said Last Night
I’m sorry for what I said last night, I did not mean it. I promise I didn’t, I never could, I just don’t seem to think things through. I have butter fingers and wet lips that let knives slip. I […]
Things I’ve Learnt
My First words were spattered with influence- “mama”, “dada”- a direct command, a pointed finger at those that would mould me and the world in which I would be created, post-birth, pre-growth, a blank canvas. By four I had already […]
A Chat With Sally Hewett
Art can be many things; comforting, challenging, beautiful etc. Sally Hewett’s art is uncensored in the furthest sense of the word. Her choice to make 3D pieces focused around the body is helping to challenge damaging taboos and expectations surrounding […]
Body Diary
(Photo by Alice Redfearn) 28/5/16 – 4:45pm Why is it that the very thing that gives me life, gives me the blood to rush and the muscles to contract, is the thing I detest? Why do I feel that the […]
Letter From The Editor
Dear you, I like to think of issue one being a body- subsistent, strong and each piece different yet necessary and perfect. But issue two is a soul, it’s simple and it’s small but each piece is so full of […]
To Your Soul, With Love
Take the time. Tell everyone you love them, cry if and when you need, write, write with a pen on a scrap of tatty paper, draw, draw the faces of strangers on trains, dance in your kitchen, dance in your […]
A Letter To The Hotel Chelsea, NYC
Dear haunted walls Chelsea, I thank you. I have never stepped within your premises but when I needed to be built again I laid my foundations with your bricks. I’m a great believer in souls, and treating your soul with […]
Letter From The Editor
I don’t know how we pulled it off, but we did it. Fed up and bored only a few days into the summer, I decided to stop scrolling through online magazines like Rookie and Plasma dolphin and make my own. […]
Upon Arriving Back Home
Upon introduction to myself, again. A long lost twin, distant relative, I’m sorry I’ve been away. An English rose, a gypsy soul But I did not wander, I was lost. “Blame it on my wild heart” No, blame it […]