Conceptual Art in St Paul’s Cathedral
Every time I’ve walked past St Paul’s Cathedral, I’ve wanted to go in, but it was too late, or I…
December
Stimulants, gone From cigarette butts and drained coffee cups. Summer sun turns to winter shit I tell the year: get…
Balancing Act
My tongue dances in front of the mirror. A waltz, tip-toe on an English ballroom floor, the French décor is…
In the time it took me
In the time it took to see your bikini snap in a canoe I could have read both Descartes and…
metoo
All the same So when he shamelessly stroked the thigh of an unwilling woman, It was not my thigh but…
11 Little Turnstile
I am waiting For what I am not sure The restlessness of an eve of new beginnings As much as…
The Tip of the Iceberg: Beyond Harvey Weinstein
The story of Harvey Weinstein is by now familiar to everyone. Since first being reported in the New York Times…
#metoo
Written by anon Before I go anywhere My parents always warn me about boys Be careful, they say Boys won’t keep…
problem child
When she was little she screamed. Shrieks stabbed at his ears in the nights and in the days he drank…
On Dylan and Decay
A personal exploration on identity and Bob Dylan — It started with a feeling, a feeling I did not understand…
