By: Alin Quinn the earth exists in endless beauty and i am but a lackluster creation, the humble work of broken, messy hands, cast aside...

even popping paracetamol / cannot abate these cries & cries / & cries & cries for relief as i spill & spill & spill & spill bright red...

Another Chapter by Daisy Bignell I lean against the doorway in the dressing gown my mother sent me a couple of days ago. It’s fur-lined...