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ESSAY | A Citizen Of The World – Isaac Aju

There was something very claustrophobic about being in Nigeria. Nigeria gagged its people. Nigeria strangled people’s voices. People were often afraid to speak out. People were always afraid for no reason, and so being in Nigeria was the last thing you wanted to do. You wanted to move out of Nigeria. If that would not be possible, then you wanted to connect with people who were not Nigerians. You wanted to know more about the world. You wanted to move into the real world. You wanted your mindset to morph from Nigeria to The World.

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

If all the books in the world were being burned in a fire and you had the chance to save just one, what book would you save? For some this might be an easy answer; for others, this question might need the utmost consideration—as an avid book reader, with piles of books lining all corners…

ONE POEM – Elden Morrow

It is June and the foxgloves are in bloom.
In two days it shall be my birthday.

ONE POEM – Louise McStravick

Make the water rearrange its insides,
shift shape as it is told,
steam rise
drip drip vinegar,
sour the water to not let things stick.

COMFORT FOODS // My Mother’s Sweet Halwa — Sheena Hussain

The pots and pans of childhood stir me.

TWO POEMS – Elizabeth Stott

We made the heads of Styrofoam
so not to be too heavy on their frail necks.
Hearts? Simply-fashioned, from lumps of stone.

On Appearance: Disordered eating and the body, Kelsey Osgood’s ‘How to Disappear Completely’, and how language makes illness appear to us — Lizzie Hudson

An exploration of the impact of literature about eating disorders on readers. TW: Discussion of eating disorders and self harm.

ONE POEM – Katherine Fallon

Finding them dead on returning from vacation,
she flushed her six African Cichlids.

ONE POEM – Jonathan Chadwick

The last three nights, I dreamt I was a sail
Lifted, swept and thumped from here to there.

PHOTOGRAPHY: Circus – David Rodríguez

“There’s a certain sort of artifice in my work and the way I use light and scenes because my lighting creates a kind of dreamscape.”

ONE POEM – Elizabeth Wilson Davies

The unconsidered diaries of family life fall open at once favourite recipes,
bittersweet imprints on the page of stained, smeared, sticky memories.

Smälting Pot – Elinor Potts

Bellies lined with pyttipanna, we refill our water bottles and stride home from the city centre towards Block 5.

ONE POEM – Poppy Frean

listen
words pass overhead
spoken broken in dialogue slang where South
is said “SOUF”