Although the nature of this metaphorical poetry may portray this particular love as an object of envy, upon reflection of this past relationship, I can conclude that it is not. I wrote this poem over two years ago, after a […]
“I feel like my childhood has been taken away from me, stolen. I’m 32, my childhood should already be over but it wasn’t. Up until now I felt like I was still living it, I still had that care free […]
Dear Mrs, I don’t know you but in a way I do, for we are both privileged, western white women. We are both blessed with rights; a vote, a voice, power. Yet I can’t for the life of me recognise […]
Passed The past exists presently. Lingers by association – It lives on red fingertips Bred and born upon temptation Infinite, but so full of wait…wait? Just weight here and feel, (now) See how it clings quietly – This dark […]
“Only four pounds for a box of four!” Southall’s own sun hovers over the high street. A brown, skin-like membrane presents itself across the surfaces of dozens of cups of masala chai. In this suburb, steam rises from the windows […]
Cosmic dancer : T. Rex 505 : Arctic Monkeys Tango in the night : Fleetwood Mac The killing moon : Echo & The Bunnymen Do you remember the first time? : Pulp Musician, please take heed : God Help The […]
I’ve recently realised that I consume art obsessively. As a child, when I thought art was simply entertainment and escapism, I wouldn’t just watch a film once or twice and then forget about it. I would watch the film, leave […]
I’m not so profound or so I’ve found… i don’t like art… and i don’t like, when you’re not around, but did you miss me enough to drink? or did you drink enough to miss me? did you kiss […]
Give peace a chance The ‘60s were a decade for teenagers, artists, hippies, lovers. They were far from perfect, but from their disarray rose movements, musicians and Mary Quant, changing the landscape of popular culture forever. Did the youthful optimism […]
