I’ve taken photography up again for the sake of my fictional avatar. She’s about to start university in Dublin and, unbeknownst to her, she will buy a camera in her second term in an attempt to digest, dissect, and process the world around her – a world that has become intensely disorientating, a world she…
Category: Creative Writing
ONE POEM – Ross Thompson
Beneath the light of a bashful demilune,
the water appears quite black, like blood on snow.
ONE POEM – Holly Conant
Last night they were alive again, flying through the air at break-bone speed, but they didn’t break.
ONE POEM – Jenny Wong
The fish
fillets are thawing
for their pan-fried debut.
ONE POEM – Sally Michaelson
giddy with the scent
we pipette the peppermint
into the mixture
ONE POEM – Emma Wells
a cheeping beak breaks forth
scenting balmy air:
swirls of hyacinths waft
in warm, hour-less days –
THREE POEMS – Eleanor Scorah
I felt autumn and you weren’t in it
ONE POEM – Aimee Nicole
How many fried eggs do I have to eat to heal these broken bones?
Two Cultures, Again – Kate Venables
I am a student in a creative writing programme, a mature student, from a professional background as an epidemiologist. Amongst ourselves, we students don’t really talk about ‘creativity’. We talk a lot about craft and sometimes we talk about ourselves and the way in which how we feel affects our writing. But rarely about ‘creativity’…
ONE POEM – Miriam Gauntlett
last night i carved open
a tree in the yard and
at the centre of the
trunk was a small
knife
ONE POEM — Danae Younge
The trees are prettier this time of year, limp—
gowned in sweet milk stuck to our tongues.
ONE POEM — Anisha Jackson
It was the temperamental radio,
the cats with full bellies,
the hilarious stench of fuel
Porridge 