Love Plant
Here is a photograph of my flatmate’s plant. She was given it by her boyfriend, who, after being nagged that he had never given her flowers, got her this plant. This gift would last forever, unlike an...
View ArticleThe Unforgettables
The excitement of going to McDonald’s and getting chicken nuggets. The greasy fingers afterwards. The fear that came with the knowledge of having been naughty and the imminent smack with the slipper....
View ArticleEvent Horizon
I watched you turn a twisting revolving eternal tear into the heavenly symbol that tells me you are here Where awe and wonder meet their match and heaven goes to cry where only fear could live is now...
View ArticleLittle darling, the smiles returning to the faces…
I have the memory of an elephant; that is to say, I remember most things, and often remember them right down to the last minute, seemingly insignificant detail. Personally, I think that memories are...
View ArticleUnforgettable
They had only just passed the 3km marking—a yellow spray of paint on the floor—but Graham’s shins were already on fire. Seven kilometres more, seven kilometres more… somehow this proved to be far from...
View ArticleThe October Issue
Want to make a contribution to next month’s issue? The theme is OUR FAVOURITES. We want to hear, see and mainly enjoy anything you have to offer on the subject; from still and motion photography,...
View ArticleJOURNEY: THE LIFETIME OF A SLUG
It was the morning birds that woke her up, though it didn’t at all feel like an awakening rather more like a natural conclusion to the night’s sleep; the bird call was an excuse really. She had not...
View ArticleA Human Journey
Many people associate the word ‘journey’ with travel. However, I would like to talk about it in terms of growth. There are many forms that a journey of growth can take: spiritual, emotional or...
View ArticleCambridge to King’s Cross
Sliding over rivers and under hills to the big capital The train keeps its balance. Slides straight through hearts of whole little towns, And out through dry and swollen iron veins These little towns,...
View ArticleSwim Back
I stare towards the free ocean but I’m drowning in my tear tracks As my daily tormentor vanishes in the shadows I know my relief is only temporary unlike this most horrid journey and though I hope...
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