Written during a workshop, but the suggestion was not recorded at the time. by Ingrid Leonard Riding on the back of the lion I am fast,I cling onto his soft mane and brace myselfas his muscles bunch, saliva forms in his mouthand he lets out a low, feral growl. His...
An essay written during a workshop. by Matthew Curlewis There are some things slipping into the past that I don’t necessarily HAVE to keep, but I do want to note their passing. Where are the demarcating lines between growing older, nostalgia, and being stuck in...
