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Group painting
A competitive nature and frustration with falling behind leap onto the canvas of this new poem from Chris White.
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nana
Loss becomes a tender, beautiful moment in this poem by Chris Girven, about their last visit they had with their nana before she passed away.
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starboy, or, luke skywalker is a gay transgender man and i know this because george lucas himself came to me in a vision
If you like taking favourite childhood science fiction movies and making them so unabashedly transgender that even C3PO would look away, this is the poem you’re looking for.
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1v1 SNOG
Skyrim, sub bottom thots and Cuba Street metaphorical fireworks blend together in a 1v1 SNOG from poet Devon Webb.
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while i watch love island
TRUE STORY: the promised escapism of reality dating television fails to let sad, cold, broke woman stop thinking about Bad Things™ so she wrote a poem about it. Join Kyra as they watch yet another seemingly endless season of Love Island while everything starts to crumble around them.
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MTN DILK
*heavy chanting* “MTN DILK, MTN DILK, COME AND DRINK THE SPICY MILK!” Back with one to make you chunder, Rebecca our queen among carnivores serves up jugs of the fresh and frothy ‘MTN DILK’.
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The Spell
When desire speaks a different language.
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bare bones jealousy/the secrets of a petrol station run
What happens when you listen to ‘Born to Die’ by Lana Del Rey once a day for an entire summer? Camden Clement plays polyamorous passenger princess (gender neutral) and is going to be your dream boy in this new poem.
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dentist’s foraging
Teeth and mushrooms, pulled from their tender beds unceremoniously in ‘dentist’s foraging’ by Chris White.
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You don’t know if I want you to touch me but I do
What do the climate crisis, capitalism and crushes have in common? Terror, for one. Read, ‘You don’t know if I want you to touch me but I do’ by Eliana Gray to find out the rest.
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Pausanias Explains My Sexuality to Me
In a fit of surreal uneroticism, Dani Yourukova goes to rope class with their flatmate’s Tinder date and has a cry in front of some conspicuously well-adjusted members of the kink community.
Category: poetry
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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