An original composition for piano, by Chris Hill. Download the score here
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An original composition for piano, by Chris Hill. Download the score here
Read moreby Teofil Camarasu Oriel’s Governing Body voted on Wednesday to fly the rainbow flag in February from 2018 onwards – except days when the college flag takes precedence. February marks LGBT History Month in the UK, an annual event that aims to raise awareness around discrimination against the community and interrogate heteronormative attitudes in society. […]
Read moreby Michael Angerer To us, narrow-minded land-dwellers that we are, the sea has for millennia been the great unknown, the Other, a fear to be overcome. Even now, in the age of submarines and recreational scuba-diving, it has managed to remain enigmatic: it is one of those so-called interesting facts that less than five percent […]
Read moreA pdf of the print version of Issue #26 – Wave – can be downloaded here: Issue #26 – Wave
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Read moreby Shirley Russell I suppose it should come as no surprise that I’ve fallen completely in love with you. After all, this is a return and not an introduction. I’ve seen you before; I’ve seen your spires and your streets and your narrow little lanes and cosy coffee shops. I’ve been in your libraries and […]
Read moreby Michael Leong hey! what are you doing begone, the night should not gather here disperse your images of me clutching you tightly, arm wrapped like saran around your waist, warmth […]
Read moreby Fanxi Liu THE DIFFICULTY OF DISENTANGLEMENT Girl holding your hand. I dreamt of empty dormitories last night very quietly, Henan summer blowing in through the open door. There was a drought that year, three reservoirs drawn dry, despite which the evening air was sharp enough to cut my thoughts in half: upturned faces touched […]
Read moreby Aaron Cawood Marriana. The skyline horizon break between ocean, sky and shore. The smell of parchment and kindled fires and muddy boots. Water on a wooden boat. Bridges across a stagnant moat. Brass hooks along a winter coat. Calligraphy of a tattoo quote. The perfume smell of a love note. An argument, an outvote. […]
Read moreby Tom Saer I have apparitions of a pillowcase Stuffed with lion feathers I have fifty pence from grandpa To buy slow motion food On the vibrating bus seat by the bus stop I have pins and needles in my face Dripping with autotune I have a citadel of hair and glasses Made from […]
Read moreby Tobias Thornes How curious it is, my friends, that my memories should remain so vivid of the far distant journeys that I made so many decades ago. I have now recalled to you that first happy adventure I had, in the long-ago summer of 2017, which so piqued my yearning for exploration and magnified […]
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