Permafrost : James Huxtable
Footprints crunched into the thick snow behind us, daylight breaking through the thick clouds that blind us. You blind me, chick-pea. Whatever happened to honesty? I’m searching for the side of you the other people never see. The side of […]
The Hand : Lucy Harbron
It was stamped all over me, a hand, two hands; gigantic and red and smothering. Stamped, again and again, with a force that made my skin convex, pushed me into the shape. My cells pulling, trying to avoid it, but […]
Water Birth : Elizabeth Evans & Lucy Harbron
His dad’s dad had built the boat, age 15. His dad swapped the wood for plastic as a project, after spreading the ashes of the man that raised him, and taught him how to sail. He decided to keep […]
Not Mine : Anon
Today was my first good day in a month of bad ones – and of course it was because of you. This day radiates happiness, finding its way into every detail. The sunlight highlighting the green in your eyes, making […]
‘Caffeine’ : The Rose Affair
Today our favourite band, The Rose Affair, released their new single ‘Caffeine’. The lyrics are poetic and catching, the music video is beautiful and full of cryptic messages, the upbeat riffs mirror perfectly the message of addictive emotion. It signals […]
The Scene : Sheffield & Vultures
In the wake of the industrialisation of music in an X-Factor, generic pop generation, we must seek shelter from the after-shocks in the comfort of our local scene. Each one individual, each one growing. I moved to Sheffield in September’16 […]
I Am My Mother : Lucy Harbron
Through the silken haze of red, pink, blue, and all since I have breathed what she gave me; nourished and nurtured on the feast of warmth which is both cave and atmosphere. Past the liquefied emotions and power in the […]
Joking Doesn’t Always Work : Elizabeth Starr #WorldPoetryDay
Some days I feel the poetry looming tossing turning in its bed A wriggling free of ecstasy I can’t quite cram into my head Other days I just feel nothing and bite the pillow hard And wish I had […]
Requiem : A Collection By Izaak Bosman #WorldPoetryDay
The First Vision It is as if They are now victims Of some obscene assault Strung up like highway men Or black bodies in the South Scorched by a seductive destruction And set aflame by want Of a real wasteland […]