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The Ghosts She Felt Acutely

This year, with the inaugural Blackwell’s Short Story Prize, Cherwell aimed to reconnect with its roots as a literary magazine in the 1920s, when our undergraduate contributors (including Evelyn Waugh, Graham...

The Source Polina Kim -

Letter from the Orient

This year, with the inaugural Blackwell’s Short Story Prize, Cherwell aimed to reconnect with its roots...

The Source Dara Mohd -

A Short Sharp Shock to the Skull

This year, with the inaugural Blackwell’s Short Story Prize, Cherwell aimed to reconnect with its roots...

The Source Jim Weinstein (pseudonym) -

Rhonda May

This year, with the inaugural Blackwell’s Short Story Prize, Cherwell aimed to reconnect with its roots...

The Source Matthew Unwin -

THE IDEA OF HEAVEN

Heaven must beThat old dreamOf my garden, but lasting When I wake, the leavesSeem to shred In the wind like manuscripts The pollinated JunglelandBecomes a sodden...

On the relation between Autumn and Spring

The days of Spring are Autumn’s accoladeFor that it can enjoy them, unadornedWith the cloak of sparrows or with the skirt of maize,Preserving each...

SIMONE, WHOSE HAIR IS THE WORLD

Her golden plumage shivered to a mane That grew the stalks and limbs of flowers and trees

What follows is an apology

it was different back then; we didn’t know, didn’t understand…

wintercaerig

made its blades stand sentinel and straight, made the lock stick on the kissing gate

The Philosopher on His Way to the Shops

God! Ah, fuck! By breezy decree, He’ll kick me straight to fire and rot

Ordinary Dreams

I dreamt about you last night. It was not remarkable or extraordinary; You sent me to the local shops with a list of groceries,...

Estate Birds

Out here they live all for one and one for all; Brutal towers have brutal rules.

In Winter

if I listen to the breeze I hear night

In Regions Clear, and Far

there is no us without this city. Oxford is ours

pandemic

Who’ll ask if it’s too brave to dream again?

An Afternoon in Late Autumn

And I was all the warmth and life on earth.

Eventual Ghosts

As we sailed on enthralled in the pursuit of some ardent glory

Punctuate As The State Sees Fit

Before we were mad We could dance as we wanted

We are a backwards people

The sun revolves around the Earth which revolves around our moon and the twinkling little stars.

Shoulder

She leant back and let the blade of his shoulder frame the picture, for that’s how she would replay it in her head.

Oxford By Night

Immortality comes not in cobweb, but in gold tinged stone.

Day to live, day to love

Today is a Sunday, and today is a beautiful day to be alive

Walking Together

Because I’ll miss you became The I love you for friends

Anxiety and Me

If I am having a bad day I am going to tell you and have no shame about it.

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