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Gigantic! Monstrous! Me!

Words: Jordan Maze
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I could be the c r e a t u r e who picks you upIf you were a princess and such. Shot Straight Up! Through curly cloudSuch a spectacle, such a crowd. My feet and hand expand, arms and legs lengthen Doubling, Tripling, Growing: I strengthen. Each ligament now longer! Each muscle much stronger. While [...]


Risky multi-tasking

Words: Martina Gilli
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Multi-tasking is a great art. It often marks the difference between a cool person, and an idiot who can’t walk and talk on his phone at the same time. However, life as a busy BA kid has taught me a huge lesson about the dangers of multi-tasking. Busy as I always am, I have had to compress my bazillions of activities [...]


Sea Otters hold paws before bed

Words: Matthew Burke
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Sea Otters hold paws before bed, so that we don’t drift apartupon the ocean of our dreams. We find a shared tide, turn onto our backs, wrap ourselves snugly in the common undertow; pause together in the moving stillness of floating. The sea is dimpled with rain, each globule a galaxy, wet stars soaking into our [...]


Gypsey Music

Brendan Ward
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I came home last night smelling of cigarettes and beer, of a dingy pub and club with dirty toilets, heavy air and a middle-aged woman trying to be twenty for a night (for a kiss). It was hot as a factory or a sordid city in the centre of a crowd that banged their heads [...]


Dear Former Dictator

B.K. Taoana
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My missives had been piling up on the presidential desk for eons. Missives that were initially clothed in diplomacy, polite innuendo and carefully crafted sentences. As time marched inexorably on, as my plaintive pleas were shrugged off like yesterday’s clothes, my tone changed. Where allusions and word-mincing failed previously, I hoped that some scathing remarks [...]


My Number Was Up

B.K. Taoana
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With my mouth gaping open, I stared at the small piece of paper in my hand. I turned my eyes to the newspaper next to me, then back to the small paper. Then back to the newspaper. I was starting to feel like a tennis umpire, who keeps his eyes trained on the ball and [...]


Homo significans

Bruce Haynes
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i want to signify experience. :) show it’s significant. use signs to transform transient to permanent art forms. speak storms. dance meaning into void devoid of human language. don’t use the word ‘just’ around me. i’m busy painting the big bang speaking to itself.


Revolution is a Commodity

Bruce Haynes
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Revolution is a commodity informally worn commercially torn t-shirts forlorn converts materialist ideology imperialist chronology crowds in the high street fleetingly emulating elite cheap trappings of success defined possess social regress flaunting uninformed uniform dress sense public spaces expensive normalised iconic faces haunting generation ideas wanting status quo stasis