Oyster

From what I recall from my American literature classes, which should be noted, is not a great deal, Edgar Allan Poe was a big fan of people watching (and cutting out people’s hearts and storing them under the floorboards, but I suppose no one is perfect). Staring out the window on the number 12 bus…

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Pisces

  ACT IV, SCENE 7 (The muddy brook near our house) THE comfort she enfolds me with smells like stale wine But I breathe it in anyway   When I answer the phone, I sound like my mother’s “hello, speaking” And I wish the similarities ended there   Our personalities are addictive in the sense…

Family Feud

I’m not tired, I’m just disappointed. Fuck you for thinking I’d be there for you no matter what Did you think I wouldn’t notice one hand reaching to stab me in the back with the razor sharp dagger I got you for your birthday? Whilst the other hand caressed my shoulder Dressed in white You…

Don’t You Wait

FROM the age of five, I have known my place in this world. Others spend lifetimes grasping for a meaning to all the air they breathe in, free of charge. For artists, a neat little line for a poem or song, for the rest of us, a few kind words etched onto our gravestones. I…

Where Do We Go

I go to London to escape. Most people find solace in the fake sympathy and shared bitchy gossips of their friends, long hot baths that only leave them wondering how they’re going to pay their next water bill, or the bottom of a bottle, providing they make it they far. London used to terrify and…

For Us By Us

What does it mean to be a witness? I raise my brown hand in a cinema of white faces. This is one of those rare instances where I feel extremely black, whatever that means. I don’t have the answer, my puzzled identity only allowing me to answer questions with more questions. We have just finished…

Don’t Wish Me Well

WE'VE all been the unfortunate individual of our friendship group that is early to a pre-arranged social gathering. We’ve all sat there in an alienating, empty booth at a restaurant, tapping absolute nonsense into our phone and loudly asking for FOUR menus and a LARGE jug of tap water because you swear to God you’re…

Through the Looking Glass

EVERY year, on Emelie’s birthday, she’d receive a birthday card from her father with a plane ticket attached. The appeal of visiting him dwindled more and more each year, although she felt she owed it to her father to remind him that he did, in fact, have a daughter for whom he was somewhat responsible.…