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
Letters From Lockdown 9: Mary Morris
Today is my Mum’s birthday. To all those who share this day, I hope you can celebrate knowing that you, too, are truly amazing… Mum. You’ve let me have tantrums and squabbles around your birthday cake. Never let me go hungry or cold. Surrounded me with colour and magic and watched me take my first… Continue reading Letters From Lockdown 9: Mary Morris
'I can't imagine what you're feeling…'
If you tell people that you lost someone close to you, you will have heard this at some point. People, try as they might, aren't very good at understanding and compassion. 'Oh, well, they will have had a good life if they were old anyway'. 'If they were sick then it is probably for the… Continue reading 'I can't imagine what you're feeling…'
Letters From Lockdown 8: Amy Penn
To Grancha Dinky, It’s been almost 3 years since you left us and I can honestly say I still remember it like it was yesterday. So much has changed since so I thought it was about time we had a little catch-up. I’m nearly 21 now and I’m finally realising that I don’t have to… Continue reading Letters From Lockdown 8: Amy Penn
The Frustration of Being a Female Guitarist
The world has known for a long time that there’s a very real inequality in the music industry when it comes to female performers. With most festivals not coming close to closing the gender gap, it’s obvious that women and non-binary musicians are sorely underrepresented. But when you step into the alternative genres, the gap… Continue reading The Frustration of Being a Female Guitarist
Letters From Lockdown 7: South
Dear baby brother (affectionately, Tiny Turd), I'm sorry that you’re stuck here with me, stuck inside a building you've lived in all your life. I'm sorry that you can't go out and see your friends, that you can't go to wherever it is that's cool to hang out these days - when I was your… Continue reading Letters From Lockdown 7: South
