The Past Us
The past us would’ve clawed at sheets and clung to skin. Not content until the scent was merged and all was bare. Now the bed is not cold but burns as we pull away irritated by touch and held […]
American Nostalgia
My real day started when everyone in my house was asleep, and I was out the window. I had done this many times before. What had surprised me initially was how easy it all was – how little planning it […]
What We Can Learn From The Sixties
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 […]
I’m Not So Profound
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 […]
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 […]
Journals
What I like the most about journaling is the timeless aspect of it. Journaling has always been a way of keeping pieces of the past alive with me forever. I’ve kept journals ever since I was a child, even though […]
Contributors
Lucy Harbron : Editor Woman, writer, lit student, feminist, Patti Smith fanatic & wanna-be Chelsea Hotel babe. www.thingsthebooksforgot.blogspot.com Instagram- @lucyharbron_ Twitter- @lucyharbron Rachelle Cox 18 year old amateur photographer n artist trying to make a difference in the world. Stuck […]
A Letter From The Editor
It takes effort for me to live in the present. Since I can remember I’ve always been playing a game of hide and seek, hiding from the past, running towards the future, always struggling just to stop for a while. […]
The Art Of A Woman’s Choice
Throughout history it can be argued that a woman’s greatest crime is not only having a body, but being self aware of said body; unashamedly walking on this earth admitting that yes, she does have body parts below the neck […]