Colin James has a chapbook of poems, A THOROUGHNESS NOT DEPRIVED OF ABSURDITY, from Pski’s Porch Press. He is currently a student again after a long hiatus. n j Paean to Apathy We slept under the only boat we could find drank anemic wine stuffed with a cloth cork purchased at the restaurant’s back door, after…
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Considering the relationship between South African poets and their communities – Juliette Mann
Juliette Mann is a graduate in English Literature from the University of Birmingham with a particular interest in gender presentation in poetry. She is currently doing a ski season, with a view to working either in education or in publishing if she doesn’t spend the rest of her life adventuring around the world. ‘It has been the traditional role…
POETRY – Ella Cunningham
Ella Cunningham is a final year English with Creative Writing undergraduate at the University of Birmingham with a love of both reading and writing poetry. She’s a big fan of indie folk music and is writing her poetry dissertation exploring song lyrics and translating songs into poems. She also loves traveling and is currently learning Spanish. You Have…
‘Masterly builder of Mousetraps’: Immobility, identity and spatial fear in Hitchcock’s Psycho, Rear Window and North by Northwest – Alex Diggins
Alex Diggins is studying for an MPhil in American Literature. He is interested in presentations of landscape, space and identity in American culture and literature, as well as contemporary English landscape writing. He is currently researching for a thesis on the constructions of the Frontier in 19th Century texts, and the recent film and novel…
‘Help me, Google!’ : How the internet makes the representation of Tokyo smaller – Marcus Hirst
Marcus Hirst is an architecture student from the University of Sheffield working in London. His interests lie in the international cultural differences in architecture. ‘Help me, Google!’ : How the internet makes the representation of Tokyo smaller “Google-sensei tasukete!” (“Help me, Google!”) is something I found myself exclaiming in the Asakusa district in central Tokyo…
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