Kat Holmes

      “GOTHS AREN’T BLACK”   BUT YOU’D STARE ANYWAY, AND I CAN SMOKE TREE BOP ON THE CORNER TO BLACK METAL OR BASHMENT, IN PLATFORM BOOTS OR NIKE BLAZERS BECAUSE I AM STILL THE ONLY SPECTACLE IN THE NEIGHBOURHOOD. IT IS BRAIDS KNOTTED INTO NOOSES,...

Tré Ventour

    Man-Made For the victims and survivors of male violence and the system that enables it. CW: rape, sexual violence, police brutality, genocide, racism. Raised by West Indian matriarchs I was taught by Black women about whiteness and patriarchy where women...

Madelyn Burnhope

      Blessing at Arms’ Length  a setting-down ritual I can’t begin to speak a blessing any more than I can reach a coat hanger from my chair. I only know how to say come in,  welcome, dear Brigantia, into the home of my hand, my heart, my...

Rose Knapp

      Commodity Fetishization  Buy buy buy consume consume consume Faster faster faster harder harder harder Deeper deeper deeper devour devour devour     Rose Knapp (she/they) is a poet and electronic producer. She has publications in...

David Hay

      Jobcentre Blues   The nights are full of broken sky sirens– of 2,000 stabbings and sexless promises– of hot dog food-banks, and either coffee or tea or pasta or rice. Do you have a cooker or a microwave sir?  No, I sold it in that withering...