The Ethics of Spectatorship and Violence; or, why can’t I just enjoy this play for what it is?!
My transition from humanities undergraduate student into social sciences graduate student has severely hampered my ability to feel pure emotion…
Monsoon
I fell asleep all too soon Lulled by the quietening monsoon Pattering away on the roofs A thousand pairs of…
HS2: Sixty Thousand Exhumed at St James Gardens, Euston
It startles the skin when people dare to ask it, the timeless binary that binds us: rot or burn? To…
Persona
Some days begin in darkness Before carbon flares in light Slow-wakening of illumination; To reside between its flickers Or…
Bye Bye Birdie
The magpie feels the chalk morning’s sun, and knows another day begun. Missing the refuge of the downy birch she…
Death of the Disposable
Over Christmas, in an attempt make the most of the short period of time between lectures and exams, I decided…
Death of a Ladies’ Man
We went to Leonard Cohen’s grave on Thursday. It wasn’t yet a year since he had passed, but I don’t…
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…
