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
She holds herself with poise and grace Intricate and complex A paradigm of felicity With each word she strings a lullaby Lacing around her meaning Delicately framed She is unkempt Messy yet fastidious On occasion impolite and clumsy She is a mother A daughter A wife She is a woman
and then suddenly after the stretched out years of fear of confusion of nervous stomach churning hands shaking, when you can stop. you can look around. and you know, you are not to blame. and you can look into that sea blue, and smile. anon.
CW: mental health, suicide We are the silent ones. Moving underneath society like sewer rats, afraid of setting foot on the surface just in case we are caught. We see the world how others may not see it, from underneath in the dark. We dare not speak, scuttling aroundhopelessly, trying not to take up room. We hide… Continue reading The Voices You’ll Never Hear
The rowan tree sits as a guardian of a house, It’s usually associated with “paganism” (not that anything that isn’t Christianity is really a label) And he says that the berries poison cats. My dad is called Rowan, He’s 5”11, has grey eyes the colour of winter skies and told me He fought in world war two… Continue reading Taxi Driver
My love for you is like a violin string,tight and taught and ready.If only it could be played, and you couldhear the sweet sound of how I feel for you.The gentle note would ring like laughter on a sun-lit day and feel like heavy rain when you are on thewarm side of the window.The tune… Continue reading Wishing
