Home Was Never A House For Me
When I was a little girl, I’d always fantasise about going to the fair Every time I was there, it felt like I was returning home again I’d eagerly await to go on the pretty carousel, so I could feel […]
Beacon
You can see the world from up here. It makes me scared to ever look away. I recall first seeing you in this light, and how the silver darted off your lips into the unexpecting dull of my retina. White […]
Let It Die In Paris
When love is sleeping in the next room and you’re bright clean in the bathroom holding candles facing corners where the life you’ll never live again lives because the moment of introduction was the most beautiful cataclysmic thousand year ice-age […]
A Wooden Surrender
I wondered what had toppled that torso of sturdy oak, crippled, hollow, beneath a frosted cape of white, recalled how high those branches stretched, to sky, to cloud, far from from the humble earth beneath; I was younger than the […]
The Motherland
The motherland too many dark days and not enough sunlight it really is grim up North My darling years filled with cherry wine and not enough sleep I’m saddened to inform you that my time here has come to an […]
Chrysalism
There is a reason I say nothing, why I walk on raised toes, pull up on the door handle to hide the whisper of the carpet, lean but never leave my room, listening listening to the rain listening to the […]
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Lucy Harbron Editor & Founder Woman, writer, student, feminist, burlesque baby & wanna-be Chelsea Hotel girl. www.thingsthebooksforgot.blogspot.com Insta : @lucyharbron_ Twitter : @lucyharbron Rachelle Cox Co-founder Storyteller, artist & photographer attempting to make a difference in the world. I am sorry […]
A Letter From The Editor
Home is tricky, made out to be so soft and simple by cliché sayings printed on placemats or recited when no other advice comes. But where am I when I say I’m home, where do I travel back to or […]