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“YOU ARE A WOMAN WITH A MAN INSIDE WATCHING A WOMAN. YOU AREYOUR OWN VOYEUR.”- Margaret Atwood
Something splits in two when a person is assigned that label of “woman”. There is herself, that silhouette of a living, breathing shape...
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Feb 4
stoned sex
They smoked heartily. Each inhale turned gloriously (and almost imperceptibly) into an exhale. Each and every muscle fibre let go. Each...
Feb 4
THE EMERGENCY IS NOT IN THIS ROOM
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...
Feb 4
Cotton Candy Clouds
The sky is edible. Sugary-sweet puffs of spun air and light are fluffed and pillowed against a vivid canvas. They blossom and bloom,...
Jan 2
Lean in and Learn
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...
Nov 5, 2023
smile, love
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...
Nov 4, 2023
The Watch Stops
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...
Nov 2, 2023
On Being Human
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....
Oct 29, 2023
September Showers
They come in numbers, pattering against the window. Drip, drip, drip. The sloshing of September showers slides down the glass in silky...
Sep 24, 2023
Tuesday Night Life Drawing in Royal Park pub
Up the carpeted stairs, a hand slides along the greasy banister. Below, sticky floors with spilt Jager bombs swirl in a sickly pit. One...
Apr 18, 2023
Love Letter to Hyde Park
In the Thai café, with its oily light, Its odours whose colourful shapes vaporise behind buildings. An orange glow casts a haze out into...
Feb 7, 2023
My Year of Very Little Rest or Relaxation
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...
Nov 22, 2022
I am an alien, she is an atheist
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...
Nov 18, 2022
My Inner Monologue
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...
Oct 25, 2022
Saying Goodbye to Summer
Ella Boxall pens her thoughts. Saying goodbye to summer is one of the hardest moments in the year for me. The world reluctantly slinks...
Oct 25, 2022
My Home Has Left Me (Irene)
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...
Oct 11, 2022
MAGPIE BOY
i was going to call this poem ‘never fall for a narcissist’ but i thought that would be a bit discriminatory. never say never. i think...
Aug 31, 2022
A Tale of Monkfish
Nathan Horner shares his cooking experience.... Post subjecting myself to what can only be described as quite literally an alarmingly...
May 31, 2022
your love has bloomed a garden in my mind
A creative piece by Sage Hamon When Sol opens her eyes, she finds herself placated by the intense stare of the girl nestled in the...
May 25, 2022
White light and rainbows
A poem by Sam Cooke the moment i last saw you, you were so gorgeous standing there by the door the sun created halos round you refracted...
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