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A Sunday in the Park with Marianne.

She wears no rings. Her ears are double-pierced, hanging with astrolabes and star-studded. She wears two necklaces—one is a golden cross, and the second is a white diamond. Her...

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Slender boughs tremulous under the weight of tight-lipped buds, pink like dawn’s blushing glow, she peeps...

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A Spell For Students

Reading unfinished? Essay half written? Lectures not attended? Then this is the spell you...

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It has been so long since last I felt your fingertips tracing my pages, cascading shivers...

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A window to the soul

“A window to the soul”I would fix my gaze upon its shuttersPale, dusty blue-greenTarnished edgesAn irritating creakThey’re faulty,Letting unwanted light stream inBlinding me,Or they...

Genetics

What beauty is thereIn the anger that spills from your lips?After every kissA fightUneven groundI've become so good at telling liesThe droplets fall; I...

Drowning in You

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of relationships, 'Drowning in You'! I feel like I’m drowning as I struggle with your embraceI...

The sweet sticky story of you.

Read the latest from The Source!Content warning: addiction That sticky sweet smell lingers in the air, flickering and dissipating again and again, a smoke cloud...

Happiness, My Passenger

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of Mind. I walk through the woods and I realise it once again. I realise that...

Cabernet

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of relationships! He likes red wine. Gets a bottle of it when he goes out to...

Fragile Love

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of identities. Content warning: self-harm, homophobia. She was 15 years old,With empty eyes of sorrow and...

Glittering Girls

Giggling, high heels caught in cobblestone as you collapseIn my arms as you’re wrecked with another fit of laughter-You shriek in delight, stumble over...

A walk down Magpie Lane on one winter night

Wandering nightly through the cobbled pavements of the city of dreaming spires,I could not help but notice the darkening shade of sandstone under the...

The Source, HT23, Week 5

Featuring poetry from Nicole Gibbons and Charlotte Lai.

The Source, HT23 Week 3

"You are lost and found, and lost again"

Sonnet for Foxe by Anna Cowan and Ruth Port

Dear Foxe I sing a song of love to you, Whose shell shines like the half compass of heaven, My beloved Foxe, take this to be...

Plenmeller House

Under the covers, inside the walls,The wind shuffles in from the West,Rabbits potter in the grass,And the pheasants lay down to rest. This is the...

A Drink by Edward McLaren

I rise from my screen and enter the horizontal darkness above its frame, itself over the river I do not see. Why is it...

Once Long Ago

In Once Long Ago, Jenny Robinson invites us to listen to the “dead tales of old gods long gone” struggling to find their place...

Lord Reginald Moreton of Oxfordshire

Poet's Note: "One of my favourite things to do whenever I visit new areas with my friends is to come up with ridiculous "histories"...

Dresse me my harpe

The speaker in Anna Cowan’s poem herself undertakes a myth-making activity in playing her harp. “It is time”, she declares, as she unshackles the...

"Spending years of loneliness sitting on that toilet seat, a haven from slow lunch times with no friends, I knew the peeling paint as if it were my own palm, cream cracking, exposing the avocado green of the seventies."

As the smoke burns down to my fingers

To blink a bloodshot world away And drink in rough, and burn, and heat Until she comes to kiss the dark.

Sticky

Something crawls up my throat, more bitter than honey.

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