Issue 1 index

Meet the Editors & Designers


Rhys Shanahan

Rice Paper
Damon Young

Hopkins & Hallam
Note from Naomi Lebens

Before I go I have to say...
Kate Pursglove

Some Other Where
Steven Matthews

Weekend Poems: Breakfast
Eleanor Burleigh

Aged 7
Jean Watkins

Childhood & Plastic People
Zeng Chen

Street Scene
Peter Robinson

A Martian Writes
Michael Hutchinson

The Tarot Reading of The Fool

Stop Making Sense & Bla bla bla
Jenna Fox

Fringe Festival
Claire Dyer

When you have hope of life returning, this
Kate Noakes

Broadwood 7362
Gill Learner

A Drop in the Ocean
Lindsey Jones

Pitch of Ghosts
Vic Pickup

23rd February 2021
Kitty Hawkins

The Sofa
Tara Bermingham

Trophies on a Windowsill? & Still (monetizing) Life
Laura Rozamunda

Good to know perhaps, but nothing to be done
Kate Noakes

Heading Out
Michael Anania

The Threshold
David Brauner

Hannah Lily

Park Recollection
Liam Anslow-Sucevic

Rhianna Bryon

Ephemerality of the World
Salma Haque

The August Elvis Died
Gill Learner

Michael Anania

Hit Me Gently
Daisy Dickens

The Sofa

My dear old friend,
Oh, the things you have seen!
From coffee stains and runny noses,
To sticky hands so unclean.
In the joyous moments,
You softened under soft skin.
The tense times in my life,
Your arms stuck out cold and thin.
A constant mirror of childhood
Reflected in your wrinkles,
Aged as I did —
From childhood dimples.
See the time I got told off
For spilling my juice.
Clear on your face –
A symbol of youth.
The thunderous paws
Of a new best friend,
Left smiles on your body
That no one can mend.
Yet, you are now dull green
Happiness shines from with in,
For all of my life
Is reflected in your skin.

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