We were like Christmas elves, all working together in pursuit of a single day: the day we would find Mr. Biggs.
Love and loss, chasing each other like cracks in a canvas, create a curious cadence within Andrew McMillan’s debut collection physical as those colours melt, merge and mesmerise. The opening poem ‘Jacob with The Angel’ […]
Hymn for home Ripping the tar-night, high on the tor, Darken the gorsefire, dampen the moors, Cast all my fear to Atlantic storms, and weep through the wind. Crater-led sandlines, back to […]
Pointless She puts on eyeliner the way a sniper shoots in between heartbeats with the hopes that a man drops dead. Some call it “weaponized femininity” She decorates her fingers […]
What is a paper anyway? Rejected molecules of the plant ecosphere. When the Prime Minister announced demonetization we roamed the streets, Jadavpur to Tollygunge through Golf Green high on MDMA. <Hello, […]
Nana Nightingale For Hilda I can’t steady your hand, nor graze the frayed edges of your midnight madness. I can’t wake you from dreaming or call a cease- fire, deliver your letters nor […]