Poetry

‘The Tree in Third Quad’

Poetry and Photography by Christopher Hill I wonder about the tree in third quad. I wonder how many students have seen it grow. How many fresh-from-school students. How many just-back-from-Chequers students. How many off-to-first-lecture students. How many starting-to-miss-home students. How many new-term-new-me students. How many just-five-more-minutes students. How many rushing-off-to-lecture students. How many swatting-for-next-collections students. […]

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Poetry

‘Passage’

by Tom Davy I sit with a bear on a sofa. He tells me of his troubles; The drunkards who stormed in at night Just some months ago: asking for toast, Sipping at tea. ‘None for me, of course’, Or so I’d imagine he’d say In his supine, wordless way. In truth, I was one […]

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Poetry

‘Progress (or lack thereof)’

by Alexander Walls The year is at an end and we must ask: What has been done, achieved, maintained, or lost. To answer this could be an easy task – These things have been achieved, but at what cost? Astounded by developments I stand; I have witnessed such certain selfishness Yet also acts of great […]

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Poetry

Sonnet Composed Inside Bristol Temple Meads

by Aidan Chivers As I wait for my train I watch thoughts and strangers roam In two centuries of litter where I stop and bathe my mind; I trace the seats, the tracks, the stars, to see, or maybe find A moment for myself in this place they’ve all called home.   I step across […]

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Poetry

twenty-eight point three

by Jennifer Potter Clutching at cold tea, Recalling regurgitated emotion. A toast to our former selves, Sipping to transfer sentiment, Ease past pain. Each taste transporting to a coffee shop Artificially lit: maroon and sawdust and stilted conversation With a cup cradled in my hands like a shield, Anticipating effort echoing in emptiness. Every swallow […]

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Poetry

Une Saison dans un Enfer de Le Pen

by Aidan Chivers (With my apologies to A.R.) France, in desperation, feels the angry hands Of left and right: Nice and Hebdo stoke the flames But Nature hates a vacuum. The baby Macron stands And joins the fray, refreshing politics’ worn-out games.   A country in sleepless tumult continues to toss and turn As Europe, […]

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Poetry

Inkwell

by Tom Davy   “There’ll be hell toupee” We joked eight months ago in May While remarking on the putrid tan That could orange the seven seas.   And we were laughing to the end, Drinking and laughing, watching A map become increasingly red in the face. “It’s alright, we only need Florida” With another […]

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