This is a reflection of the stages of my life from birth until now. It is about how the different ‘selves’ I have been over …
Pathways
DOORWAYS: Letter From the Editor
Doorways, huh? You know ‘em, you love ‘em, you walk through ‘em on a daily basis. We spend our life in a vast series of …
I don’t care where you went to college
Throughout my upbringing and education, college was always in my future. I grew up in an environment where college was seen not as a luxury, …
A Critique on Bimboism
This piece is part of a collaboration with The Group Chat for Change, the online periodical run entirely by young people. Their work to engage …
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I, hunt of the orange glow, warm of the lamplight the soft drop of your thigh, I feel, to search, to dive between every night when I take you, …
Olympia
The whole story is very simple: His fussing and furtive fannying Fucked Me Off. So I stopped listening. Simply. To his wheedling directions. To his …
Dora Maar
I knew it was over when he painted me in green like a corpse. I asked him why and he shrugged, And with the movement …
Evening translated into love
The innermost landscape, where afternoon is translated into evening, and evening is translated into love, kissed by an open window dream, only held in hand …
This is what makes us girls
organisations offering support to survivors of sexual abuse in the UK [Editors content warning: reference to sexual assault.] According to YouGov statistics, 97% of young …
Across to Thriepmuir
I’m here now, you can gocarried on along the water by thelone fishing boat.A penny for the journey, nonefor my thoughts.You know them all already, …