[POETRY] Do you remember Marlowe Estate?do you remember its dilapidated maze of crumbling council buildings? FEATURE17 STANDS OUT FOR ITS INNOVATING URBAN DESIGN, SHAPING A NEWCOMMUNITY AND PROVIDING A COMFORTABLE ENVIRONMENT WITH CONTEMPORARYAESTHETICS AND DYNAMIC SURROUNDINGS, scream the billboards around the newdevelopment as if they could erase all the pain and debasement that happened therewith… Continue reading Ode to Marlowe
the detox diaries
I still carry this grief, deep in my soul, this sense of profound injustice yet deserved comeuppance.
the stakes
what is worth saving? the Tescos,the McDonald's,the Primarks? the chicken shops,the rubbish, piled so high it overflows and spills outto our feet,the dog shit? what is worth saving? the concrete jungles,the Land Rovers,the flashing billboards? the expansive shopping centres,the grade-I listed buildings,the statues of historical figures no one remembers? the independent artisan sourdough bakeries,the Wetherspoons,the… Continue reading the stakes
Acid Date
I'd say the tab kicked in when I set my eyes on the menu that was handed to me by a shape-shifting waiter.
alt. esc.
(ARTICLE) When I look around me, all I see is decay - the planet, its seasons and oceans, trees, beaches, cities, its people, our morals, our humanity, our hopes and love, our languages, art, cultures, our minds, our bodies, our homes and credit scores, our healthcare systems, education programs, industries, our faith in progress, our… Continue reading alt. esc.
The Lips For It
(FICTION) It's happened - he's done it again. Fucking JJ. He's relentless. This time, it happened when he pulled up in his swanky black BMW. He rolled down his window and looked me down, and up, and down again, with a smile. I said hi and leaned forward to tell him my order. I was… Continue reading The Lips For It
the detox diaries
This is the last time I put myself through this, I keep telling myself. Just like I had told myself last time, too.
Robert
Brexit happened. He went to grab the champagne. I cried my eyes out.
rats in cages
I know I am being held and treated like this as punishment. To think about What I Did. Sent to my room, locked up in solitary confinement, grounded! I disobeyed.
ni dieu, ni maître
be it the Jesus-freak in the hospital bed next to mine, who tried to peddle me her fucking Bible and then screamed for morphine in the middle of the night, be it the corteges of zealots wearing the colonisers' tricolour that I watched parading across Westminster bridge, wishing I could spit on them, it has… Continue reading ni dieu, ni maître
Don’t get angry…
(ARTICLE) As women (NB: to be understood as womxn), we are led to believe the fallacy that we can be anything we want, just like the boys - albeit with plenty of exceptions. We can't be too loud. We can't be too funny. We can't be too smart. We can't be too angry. Out of… Continue reading Don’t get angry…
is this what democracy looks like?
(ARTICLE - Just Stop Oil is taking action until the Government vows to not grant new oil and gas licenses) It's easy for the mainstream media to demonise us. It's easy for the courts to lock us up. It's easy for right-wing, fascist politicians to discredit us. What's difficult is to take a good hard… Continue reading is this what democracy looks like?
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