Define Beauty

By Suwen Liew Beauty is a form of contradiction. An eviction, that leaves us staring at a reflection which will never be good enough, Because we’re too busy Weighing ourselves On a scale that says “fat”. On a scale that lacks reasoning. Where waists have to be paper thin, Where thighs have to be thinner […]

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My Musical Inspirations

By Zach Quite often I feel like my musical inspirations are radically different to other people’, primarily due to my taste in music and my style of playing. However, my inspirations for my style of playing and the type of music I create myself. My inspirations, however, can be primarily boiled down to two artists, […]

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Inspiration (or lack thereof)

By Sasha Rose Cook  a sigh. tortured. dramatic. (too dramatic). an impatient tap of fingernails against the spacebar. a desperate glance around the room. will the cupboards inspire me? how about the empty mug of tea (that i still haven’t rinsed) or the banana peel that’s slowly but steadily browning? nope. a sigh. a look […]

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By Suwen Liew Losing memory- Obelisks of time. Grand temples to be tampered with, inscribed into fading monoliths. Conjoined with a hidden history. Recollections and myths, scripts to consolidate. Papyrus scrolls for skin, And old ink for hieroglyphs -beginning to rub away. Away from reality and recollection. Days go by like blank canvases and white […]

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Partisan Beauty

By Suwen Liew My profile is equivalent to my social sanity, where pictures form pedestals to society’s acceptance- a garden of eden. A monarchy, where gaudy flower crowns crown queens, and beauty is established through flushed filters of purity. Disguises that cleanse our flaws, correct them. But when unsheathed, make us feel explicitly raw to […]

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By Elise Bugeja I’m back. Returned to what was old but now present Back to the waiting room. Punished to be waiting To be contemplating how we keep creating paths back to where we first felt safest. The place we’ve grown out of, its uncomfortable now. But we scavenge for any scraps of happiness that’s […]

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My Mind

My mind is a skipping rope swinging up and down until on the next comedown it trips me up.   My mind is a whiny kid that chomps on happiness like candy and screams when it runs out.   My mind takes me to a treehouse and steals the ladder while I inspect the cracks. […]

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An Extract by Hamish Lonie

He looked a lot like all the other beggars and thieves that littered the capital. Covered in mud, half-naked, starved and thirsty. The boy’s silhouette seemed to dissolve into the afternoon shadow of a nearby olive tree except for a pair of sea green eyes and a stare so intense that it could turn your […]

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by M. Lavender   I sense the language I exhale, I store it on my little shelf. And as I  try to rid myself Of rolling “r”s, I force to fall In love with tribes of distant calls. Now dip yourself in sizzling clay – Adjust the carcass. Trust me, play This borrowed game, though […]