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‘The Sun and Her Flowers’ is a shining success
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‘The Sun and Her Flowers’ is a shining success

October 30th, 2017 | by editor
Sophie Henderson shares her thoughts on Rupi Kaur's latest book 'The Sun and Her...
Review: What is a filmpoem at The Culture Lab
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Review: What is a filmpoem at The Culture Lab

October 25th, 2017 | by Winifred Hewitt-Wright
Having never heard of one before, Winifred Hewitt-Wright tells us of the mixed media phenomenon that is a...
“Romantic” Salty Classics
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“Romantic” Salty Classics

February 13th, 2017 | by Jordan Oloman
Jordan Oloman on Salty...
My Unconditional  Love To You
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My Unconditional Love To You

February 13th, 2017 | by Kitty Marie
Kitty Marie shows us more of her romantic poetry....
Spotlight
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Spotlight

October 24th, 2016 | by NUSU
Rachel Priestley invites you to read a poem that contributes to the little parts of creative arts from her student...
Spotlight
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Spotlight

October 17th, 2016 | by NUSU
Kitty Marie and her lovely...
Poetry Corner: I Am Chasing My Dream
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Poetry Corner: I Am Chasing My Dream

April 25th, 2016 | by NUSU
aming of oneiric Cambridge, And poetical Paris. Walking alone in a rainbow, Walking alone on flagstones in Cambridge to explore your impressions. I load starlight fully in the boat to wander within your heart. Your eyes have...
Poetry Corner: A Broken Picture
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Poetry Corner: A Broken Picture

April 25th, 2016 | by NUSU
You were my gallery, -every part of you beautiful. And all I did was hang with you, alongside you -an ornament, a piece of decoration. You decided it was too much. You created another perspective, slightly askew, a different...
A Nude Study and Me
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A Nude Study and Me

February 29th, 2016 | by NUSU
How is it that, in 1914, Henri Gaudier-Brzeska drew a nude of me, 1914 – when I wasn’t even a thought, not a little bean or nucleus, no sperm swimming to egg and egg; fallopian tube in utero but no me or my parents, or...
Edinburgh Air
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Edinburgh Air

February 29th, 2016 | by NUSU
Windows steamed with warmth against ice-cold panes Frosted trees sprinkled with glimmers of sunshine And the winds whistle waywards shaking the leaves That lie along the mudded grass upon Calton Hill. The window gazes out across...