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The coffin closed on a Thursday, The call came in at eleven. It seems cruel That such defining moments keep coming at mundane times....

Leeds isn’t the sort of place that grabs you by the collar and yells, “Look at me!” It’s the kind of city that sneaks up on you, like a...

A creative piece in response to anti-abortion laws and attitudes. The lunar cycle is twenty-eight days long, The waxing and waning of the...

The summer before last, I visited a small Italian commune nestled in the Northern region of Lombardy. There I was publicly shunned. It...

Something splits in two when a person is assigned that label of “woman”. There is herself, that silhouette of a living, breathing shape...

They smoked heartily. Each inhale turned gloriously (and almost imperceptibly) into an exhale. Each and every muscle fibre let go. Each...

Notice that every window on your street is a square of other-world, each one saying THE EMERGENCY IS NOT IN THIS ROOM. Not in the...

The sky is edible. Sugary-sweet puffs of spun air and light are fluffed and pillowed against a vivid canvas. They blossom and bloom,...

Earthed in Leeds Your life is relentless And it will always be so Because you live seriously Manic or happy? I can only tell at the last...

Give us a Guinness, half a Stella, gin and tonic and A smile. Give us a smile, love. To smile or not to smile? That is the question If I...

I see the rabbits sitting in the lively grass So full of love and life. The sun is blazing in the afternoon salvation. He replies “How...

TW: Self-harm I fear I will never truly be human to know how to inhabit a body; making walls out of my skin and art from my scars....

They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...

Up the carpeted stairs, a hand slides along the greasy banister. Below, sticky floors with spilt Jager bombs swirl in a sickly pit. One...

In the Thai café, with its oily light, Its odours whose colourful shapes vaporise behind buildings. An orange glow casts a haze out into...

A crash course in compassion in which there are no coaches, only players I am in the autumn of my life. And for as long as I can...

I am an alien, she is an atheist what makes us so damn different. why do her bones press on my brain, why am I growing with nothing to...

Sam's Inner Monologue... I love it when he’s with me Do I really? I love him holding me, wanting me, kissing me My toes...

Ella Boxall pens her thoughts. Saying goodbye to summer is one of the hardest moments in the year for me. The world reluctantly slinks...

Audrey Tay writes a poem for Lippy.... Irene My home has left me. It’s left with its warmth and familiarity, the lack of novelty, its...