by Tobias Thornes They’ve given him his notice, They’ve settled on a time, To disappear who forty years Has trundled down this line. The window-wipers dry his eyes, The air-brakes sigh and hiss, As round the bend once more they send The friend that we will miss. Hear him hum as up he starts, Feel […]
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by Tom Saer
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Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art? Is this art?
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by Chloe Jacobs I don’t know why bitterness is my mother tongue Why my readiest tools are sharp Biting Where I learned to be so cruel Who schooled me in dead-eye dead-pan Spoken-word violence Who taught me to pick fights Take names, break kneecaps Bite to the elbow the hand extended To feed me I […]
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by Aidan Chivers Aidan reflects on a recent conversation he had on his year abroad in central France. ‘You’re such wonderful people!’ There’s excitement in her voice as she recognises that accent that I’ve been trying so hard to suppress from my French. * ‘Admittedly I’ve only ever spent one weekend in England, but […]
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by Kryssa Burakowska
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by Joe Gardiner
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