In Once Long Ago, Jenny Robinson invites us to listen to the “dead tales of old gods long gone” struggling to find their place...
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...
"The river near the house welcomes my anger. A ray of drowned sunlight charges the water with colour. I ritually trace my childhood steps"
"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."
To blink a bloodshot world away And drink in rough, and burn, and heat Until she comes to kiss the dark.
Death comes, and they draw the curtains – Not in Spain. In Spain they open them.
"The quads no longer echo with passing, light-hearted exchanges or 3am stumbling returns from Hassan's."
In light of the current coronavirus situation, we at Cherwell are interested in bringing together student zines to publicise Oxford's writing community. Many students in...
'The End of the Tour' is a powerful biopic, but by all accounts it gets David Foster Wallace wrong. Does that matter?
Benedict George takes a trip into the surreal with a phone that refuses to leave its owner in peace