There’s a ghost in my room
I. Phantom eyelash on my fingers, wispy and fragile as the roots of a milky baby incisor. A grin, a voice on the phone, kneading my skin like it’s dough.…
Poem of the Week: Never From Concentrate
The sun’s my favourite jewel of all. I’m jealous; the plants that take you in to breathe. That whisper underneath your feet It’s love, sure, its chemical too, Juice, never…
Travelling While Gay
Before we landed in Krakow, my boyfriend and I agreed that we weren’t boyfriends anymore. We weren’t breaking up. Instead, we were freezing our relationship for the weekend, even though we’d…
An Ode to Appleton Tower
“It is all too easy to be bewitched by the marvellous architecture of Edinburgh. Here is my tribute to one of its finest triumphs of engineering.” Oh Edinburgh, you citadel…
Unchained
I sit in silence in my little parkette oasis, existing in a momentary escape from the pulsating city that no longer embodies the space I once called home. Taking in…
Poem of the Week: butterfly net
All of the colours and all of the quirks of winter sugared fruit and fireworks. Bury the sun beneath the earth of a garden grown to cover me in weeds…
Poem: The Open Mic
Perhaps it’s overwhelming – the open mic – With all the world and all beyond to explore. So it struck me as odd when poets and singers alike Took love…
Yellow
Our love is yellow. Yellow like the evening sun, like it’s amber rays that filter through our fingertips, that gleam off of camera lenses, and splatter the earth in a…