So today marks the launch of this collective. This idea came to be through the endless files of stories, poems, scripts, songs and photos in my laptop that I didn’t feel had a place. Women everywhere are creating gorgeous art and work that has no true platform, for independent female art, strong, beautiful stories of… Continue reading Editor’s Note
I grew up thinking that sex - in its sexy, romanticised form - was when a strong, very "manly" guy was grabbing a sweet, pretty girl who would take it without absolutely agreeing or asking for anything. I never saw in films and books partners asking each other 'Is this what you want?' 'Are you… Continue reading Consent Is Hot
Let my clothes hang off this body Swaddle the frame so I don’t have to see The contortions of its joints Bent out of shape Twisting to fit into places I should not have gone Places I wish I could From years of ballet lessons And attempts at gymnastics A fractured rib and A broken… Continue reading Untitled #37
A mile or so from my grandparents house lies a Spinney: A small wood or copse Solitary it stands upon the village green I remember from my youth that often larks would serenade this encapsulated thicket; Darting throughout the dense bushels as needles through silk Thorn-bearing gooseberries dressed the opening; Coupled with the twisted trunk… Continue reading The Spinney
i am not a mayfly, with twenty four hours of hedonistic bliss, destined for an expiration date full steam ahead, until my maker gifts a spritely kiss. i have more days than one i hope, weeks and months of work and play, seasons of rain, snow and sun to bask, before i meet my… Continue reading do not be my valentine.
The machine gun in your headphonesDrums a palpatation beat-I wonder if your own heart is the same-Tripped until there'sViolence in its runningA beating of a palisadeAnd every thought is like aRock skipped over water-Smacked until you sink
