Rhian Hutchings shares her view on the importance of art in a time of crisis.
Amelia Gregory reviews RAZZ’s Spoken Word Night
Katie Worrell reviews ‘Black Men Walking”s ‘Poetry, Passion and Politics’ at Northcott Theatre.
Instagram is one of the most popular social media apps used to either show to your friends what you’re currently doing with your life or to start a blog. But it has also rapidly become a platform to express yourself, to share your art with a wider public. Whether this expression be through poetry, photography, […]
The Booker Prize Foundation has lost a £1.6 million sponsorship deal with London-based hedge fund managers, The Man Group. Despite the Foundation’s grace under pressure, this is a huge deal in the literary world. In a statement, Thomas Keneally, winner of the prize in 1982, called the chaos a ‘climactic change in over the book […]
Bristol is the waviest city in England, and home to a large portion of its freaks. On Saturday 22 January, every single beautiful one, of the hundreds who showed up to the O2 Academy to see Hobo Johnson, came dressed to play. Even the guy in his leaver’s hoodie. At a gig. Imagine. All over […]
The air it breathes of candles burned, Of crimson gold and tinselled dew, Where’er I walk the scent it soothes My crystal flakes like snow unturned. We sit as five and promptly feast On Christmas roast and turkey crisp, And I lay back upon your arm, Suckling the milk of your warm hand. […]
A comfy bed, a weary head; The sheets drip golden lead Into the morning dew, Covering darkness with luscious hue. The wind in my eyes, soaring through skies, As I spread my wings and fly, My mind a flurry of stars, Sinking deeper and deeper into your arms. My thoughts they fight and […]
Dedicated to Mariam, Eloise, Chloe, and Erin Floating in uncharted waters After this voyage of many years, Waves of faces overwhelm my eyes But their smiles evaporate my tears. I have just two pennies to rub together And a dream to wash me ashore, Yet it does not matter for I am free […]
A page sits, half-scrawled with ink; the slight silence plays host to a haiku.