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Cities are forgetful creatures: They inhale lovers and exhale street corners On which we exchange first kisses or phone numbers. Seconds after leaving, the tarmac will lose the heat of our footfalls,
one,two,three,four,fivestepsbefore I turn aroundat the sound of fingers crinkling cigarette papers six,seven,eightand I hesitate,contemplate turning back into the building this instantor eliminating
When I stepped onto what would be a nine hour flight from Amsterdam to Kilimanjaro, the inside of my stomach became an emulsion of excitement, fear and – admittedly – slight nausea from the
‘It Should Be Announced that Metal Can Burn’
It was small and unassuming, yet when the building burned down, Mother searched frantically through the rubble, her eyes wild with fear.It was a tin teapot. Its body had once been quite round, but was
Yesterday a photo fell From the blue-tacked, bric-a-brac Collage I’d stuck beside my bed Back in September, And looking at the square Of wall it left behind I couldn’t think which Part of me was
'A poem for myself, age 12, sat by herself in the toilet after her period bled through her white tutu on stage.'
You were stood in the wings, gelled back bun and static electric nerves, waiting for the first stepyou didn’t even notice the cramp,Too focused on your first slow steps. The arrival of the swans is
'From an Unsent Letter'
CW: This poem contains discussion of mental unrest.I buried my feelings in the barren crags of my restless mind;I rejected them as unreal, I refused to voice them,My body paralysed under their
daytime sleeper / ruminations 2 / ruminations 4
CW: These poems contain discussion of mental illness and suicide.(daytime sleeper)Some nights I am driving a car,Always from the passenger seat,Always my mum’s car.And I never reachWhereverOr
This is not a superstition,But in the dissection of male self-image,As a Christopher,I face an inordinate amount of competition,For instance:I fucked off to Vienna for a bit,Enjoying beery-schnitzelly
A Poem in Response to 'Regeneration' by Henry Vaughan
When Vaughn wrote regeneration, he discussed a spiritual enlightenment mainly to do with discovering faith. While to me this idea is true, I believe regeneration also is about the discovery that you
'Leaving a Place'
Leaving A Place by Reuben Fox McClure, aged 20 n a bit Thoughts from the 10:15 There’s a certain joy to leaving a place. A triumphant turning of the page, a satisfied folding of the top corner — a
On New Year's Resolutions, and dread.
The New Year, to me at least, seems to be the worst time of year for everyone. We open with New Year’s Eve, consistently the most over-hyped party of the year. You can feel the static energy of
'The Road to Beach'
I wrote this after reading the poem 'The Way Through the Woods' by Rudyard Kipling; its last line, "But there is no road through the woods", particularly inspired my own writing. I was struck by the
'Messages from my Mother'
I was talking to my mother about my first year as a student in Edinburgh when I was back home in Karachi over the summer, and realised that all the little reminders she would message me from time to
'This Place; Or - Edinburgh as a salve for even the most hungover of souls'
The day after a night out sometimes I awake, confusedRealise I’m holding my breath in the base of my throat in a silent, empty room.Connect that confusion with regretted, acridic vodka, taken in
'The Linguistic Privilege Gameshow'
Language, and particularly the power dynamics of language, is a theme I’ve been exploring recently, and this is one result of that exploration. The ‘game-show’ aspect of it allows for an
Ollie Turbitt is a student, musician, and writer based in Edinburgh. His creative inspirations include avant-garde music scenes, DIY culture, the Beat Poets, Zen Buddhism, lots of coffee, and the
These days, I find myself wearing the University of Edinburgh uniform. Even though I don’t wear the classic puffer jackets and headbands, you’ll find Depop dungarees, an oversized shirt from
'I Drew My House'
For many of us, part of beginning a university education is leaving home. This poem combines the heartache of leaving home with a grown-up take on one of the first tasks we are given in primary school
On the theme of 'back to school,' this poem tells the intermittent story of a turbulent time at boarding school as the speaker discusses his life on three consecutive birthdays, detailing the fraught
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