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I’ve always been scared of wasps. It’s a silly little phobia, I know. They’re much more scared of me than I am of them,...

Creative Writing: Extract from ‘Skin’

The first time I acknowledged to myself that I loved you, a patch of my skin blistered and died. The remnant was rough to...

Runnerman

Bethan Williams explores the physicality of language in her new poem Runnerman.

Creative Writing: Olduvai

walking the old plain passages of the sky, you hold the air; hang your chalking talons in the lair of the sky-sand gyre and letters are left...

The Adventure

The adventure is all around us It is what we secretly long for in moments of doubt When all is known but none seems to make...

Creative Writing: Flicker

I’m not Hindu. In fact, I’m not religious. I’ve said it before, mildly delivered, with just the slightest inflection at the end to indicate...