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Indian Roadside by Kirsty Wells
five feet of fire by Jake Ormrod
Cleanse by Laura Wilkinson
plaça de mercat poem by Jenny Browne
sun’s warm tongue licks at the corners walls of houses bathed in yellow balconies built of roses flags strung flapping wildly so many curves i could be running fingers down your outlin...
women by Jake Ormrod
don’t worry everything is fine by Jenny Browne
does anybody know how to not be scared any more ? i don’t know my own poor self my time is taken up with decision making remember when the days were full of hours they never ran out and happ...
a year (in three months) by Jake Ormrod
i can hear you crying from the hotel bed your anguish bouncing off the walls of the bathroom the wails unhinged binging on the regret that you let someone in someone not fit for purpose someon...
Bombay Mix by Jake Ormrod
it's in one of those bowls the little things with the name that sounds like mannequin and i only bought it to speak to the barmaid but i should've picked a snack you don't have to eat by the h...
rot by jake ormrod
Forgetting how to love How to wake up with more Than the maw of your face In my mind Is killing me. I feel invalid Ugly Unhappy Alone and impotent Your potent memory a reminder of what I...
lost time by Jake Ormrod
some baby in the back end of the pub is staring at my hair and while i wouldn't usually care i'm more than a little worse for wear today and it's really getting to me. her small eyes glitter ...
Am I Mark E. Smith? by Jake Ormrod
untitled - (kidneys) by jake ormrod
tea, cigarettes and incense colour my world as it turns and turns and turns and yearns for more as my dry lips suck tips of filters and the beer from last night continues to wear off. i ...
HAIR by Charly-Rose Smith
drugs are boring by Jake Ormrod
Like You Used To by Jenny Browne
Poems of Los Anchos #6 - hey look i climbed a mountain by Jenny Browne
Ah. Coffee by Hebe Reilly
The Death Of Fun by Jake Ormrod
Kindness by Simon Fruin
I can't stay out like this. I'd spent the day getting lost. I guess that's what I set out to do. But now the rain is coming down harder and being lost is holding less and less charm as it soaks...
I'd Die For You by Hebe Reilly
Heartbreak by Jake Ormrod
'It comes in waves.' That's what they say. And if that's true The last two days have been a tsunami.
sticky tendrils drip between your fingers as you force me to lick suck and kiss them till they’re covered in spit before stopping a second and biting your lip taking a moment before smiling. ...
Poems of Los Anchos #5 - PLS SEND HELP by Jenny Browne
Gifts by Brit Medlock
You always had your finger at your lips, feeling for something invisible. You pulled at the skin, at hairs that weren’t there, absent-minded. I recoiled at the redness of your brow. I hated t...
Poems of Los Anchos #4 - Malaga by Jenny Browne
untitled - (bean) by Jake Ormrod
being asked to fight the fright of yet another night without your body next to mine our limbs and souls entwined both our thoughts stuck together with loving glue, as we consider me and you, a ...
Jacob Rees-Mogg – The Honest Face Of The Conservative Party
Poems of Los Anchos #3 - LVMKNG by Jenny Browne
Poems of Los Anchos #2 - Albacete by Jenny Browne
Poems of Los Anchos #1 - Starting Out by Jenny Browne
Mint by Brit Medlock
The smell of mint was in the air when he reached the top of the trail. Strange, he thought, as he breathed it in. The sun was at its highest, at its hottest, taunting the leaves, and yet the fr...
Untitled by Laura Lanks
You got ants in your pants? Why can’t you sit still? You left your PE kit again Now you can’t do ball skills Look who’s late again But you don’t even look sorry Eyes wide I keep my pride The...
For My Friends by Jake Ormrod
Untitled by Simon Fruin
Plucked from earthen womb twisted, gently yellow moonface, wintery mane pressed between a withered page forgotten till the edges grey your memories sepia, and fade. An open book, you're su...
eternal flame by Phoebe Angel
Algorithms by Brit Medlock
“Who invented computer programming? Hint; child of Lord Byron.” I pipe up. “Ada Lovelace!” No, couldn’t be, a woman, surely not. I protest. Slosh my drink. Back myself. This is knowledge saved f...
Precipice by Jake Ormrod
Hammond, Johnson, Hunt or Gove. What a depressing Tory treasure trove, to decide from in the hope of fooling me as they watch with glee as May circles the drain her physical pain bringing a sm...
It’s Time We Stopped Ignoring The Politics Within Tragedy
Thoughts On The Election: An Update
Thoughts On The Election
A Look At Mat Greaves' "Chip McFitz: A Dame In Starlights"
A Sertraline Story
Citalopram Stories No 6. - dream of consciousness – birth and viscera
two days into glastonbury with a handful of people all looking blurry i think i know i decide its best to get out of there before its too hard to go on i find myself in a heavily suburban area with...
Citalopram Stories No.5 – Untitled
Citalopram Stories No 4. – The Party
Citalopram Stories No.3 – dream of consciousness part 2 (another experiment)
Citalopram stories No.2 – dream of consciousness (an experiment)
Citalopram Stories - Cheating And Dealing
I’m following a friend down elongated corridors of what feels like a tenement building; door after door after door stretches on forever, set into stone walls, the atmosphere all grey with no hope. ...
Never stop writing by Laura Lanks
Shapes take meaning When you decide on the order Somehow you jumble them up In a way that I understand You're speaking my language Don't drop the act The cat had my tongue Before you came al...
(diary) by Jenny Browne
someone somewhere is running a bath the walls are thin but i like it in fact i used to listen in on purpose sometimes and now i feel the pulse in your fingers as you sleep beside me it is nic...
percentage of thus by Luke Steinman
The feeling when they switch offline: a drop of the stomach; a loss of self. You're forced to look around you and come to terms with who and what you are. In that moment rebirth becomes evide...
How I Love by Jake Ormrod
Pageant by Brit Medlock
One for Luce by Laura Lanks
I Write Click Bait - A Freelance Writer's Confession
Who Should We Believe When It Comes To The NHS?
The Inner Station by Mat Greaves
Art, Design, Writing
Poetry Showcase - Father Figures by Simon Fruin
Glitter tooth traitors hang from fishing line, Spiral and spin, boots knock the windows Crack the panes and shake the frames The wood splinters - the sun flickers and bursts to dust in the sky ...
Poetry Showcase - Bitter End by Sam Lee-Potter
Post-Truth Politics Has Ruined Satire For All Of Us - Gen Zero Column
Poetry Showcase - Love Letter To Christine By Robyn Hislop
Paused amid an inhale, With nothing more pleasurable than a point to make Yet God forbid I exhale and risk the headache Of having a flag to stick in the ground. But when I’m older right, when...
It's Time To Give Up On The Middle Ground - Gen Zero Column
Podcast Showcase - Blue Skies Over Barnsley
Comic Showcase - Excuse Me by Mat Greaves
Poetry Showcase - Untitled by Simon Fruin
Sunshine and raindrops pissing prisms on a hardlined face salted kitten tears lick my cheeks and chafe Chattering teeth mapped with spider cracks drum out your name to the morning and pleasa...
Poetry Showcase - Self-loathing by Alice Brodie
Poetry Showcase - Late Shift by Sam Lee-Potter
Needless Photography - An Experiment In Amateur Photography
Art, Writing, Photography
The Importance Of Separating Art From The Artist
Art, Music, Writing