Contributors
Lucy Harbron (Founder & Editor) 17 year old gal that can be found either editing KILORAN, writing for several places on the internet or sat in bed watching sex and the city and eating toast. She’s into re-reading the same books […]
Leeds Festival Review
Music festivals have become something so much more than just a collection of bands. Now they’re an experience, a place where people escape to and spend days lost in this haze of noise and excitement. It’s become a place where […]
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. […]
The Songs That Built us
Back to the gypsy that I was Lucy Harbron – Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac Good mood, bad mood, raining, summer, 5am, 2pm. No matter what I can never skip this song. Even if I’m in the worst mood ever the […]
Why I Don’t Like Sprinkles
You miss the way they said your name the way the stars look like they were extra sprinkles on a cupcake. Remember when they broke your heart over text message and for the next month your cellphone was a ticking […]
Sequel
Notoriously S.A.D. my life is divisible into quadratic chapters, periods of lifeless drowning and red lipped, diamond highs. supermarket produce lobs from ear to ear, white walls white-wash my blush and my veins turns to digital wires. that halcyon of […]
Memories Forgotten
“Memories are easy to find, and forgetting them is the most undeniable thing, whether you want to remember the drunken moments or dreams of strength. You should always write, and then read back, even if they’re sad or they’re content […]
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 […]
Freedom
Now the chains are released, I am free Now the bars have ceased, I am free Now I walk with my life, In my hands Yet I still feel the weight of the rope, Around my hands Now […]