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Bettina von Arnim Accuses Me of Unfaithfulness – Charles Haddox

I dreamt one night about a bright-eyed young woman with dark hair who accused me of being unfaithful to her. Her accusations were apparently true, which troubled me deeply after I awoke. I had never been unfaithful to anyone but had myself suffered the pain of betrayal once or twice when I was young. I…

TWO POEMS — Miriam Gauntlett

any blotched greenery has
the potential to burst
forth into flower.

PHOTOGRAPHY: Tales of a City VII – Seigar

Nobody knows, but I sometimes fantasise about what my partner’s childhood and teen years were like… I feel a great tenderness when I explore this town

ONE POEM – M.E. Muir

Where cars lie dying
in Ligurian scrapyards
the Via Aurelia
travels slowly past

ONE POEM – Peter Hebden

Tuesday
morning with no people, no cars
only today there are no people,
no cars. Today it’s weird, isn’t it?

THREE POEMS – Hannah Bishop

braid me yes plait me
no plate me
don’t make me

Choice Feminism and Imagination: the representation of women in Disney – Beth O’Brien

The concept of choice feminism operates under the principle that any decision made by a woman has the potential to be a feminist choice, so long as it was made with political consciousness.[1] However, the political and social theorist, Steven Lukes, argues that an individual’s actions are guided by what they can imagine to…

ONE POEM – Kevin Jackson

Red shift Dark-moon cry of you half-him of you, starring backwards axe of you, mastered as youth Teeth of you biting down, tenderizing, sharpening if only for a night The many-fold you, thorns, garden, squall of you, intoxication Thief, the noble cat of you, insistent splinter The wild-world’s red eyes beating in you Me wrenched…

Email to Hannah – Catherine Madden

Today I woke up slightly ill and with a sense of nostalgia that was only just bearable.

ONE POEM – Leah Atherton

On the riverbank. In the corridor. In the
laugh ache. In the small hours. On the
station platform. In the stomach churn
on the way home.

F*ck Cancer: Fighting the Odds in 21st Century America – Leah Mueller

No one is ever prepared for these dreaded words: your husband’s got cancer. I should have known, but I didn’t. For months, my husband Russ complained of muscle weakness, nausea, blood in his stools, and dizziness. His new primary care provider, a man lauded by his young receptionist as a “genius”, said, “If you…

TWO POEMS – Dane Hamann

My bones willow and bite.
My lungs are a workshop. The thing is, I
want to be both engine and earth.

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Pero’s Promise – Tamara Lazaroff

ONE POEM – Hideko Sueoka

ONE POEM – SJ Valiquette

ONE POEM – Juliette Sebock

One Book: What Would You Save From Being Destroyed for Ever? – Hunter Liguore

ONE POEM – Elden Morrow