[Contains Sensitive Content] by Carrie Smith First - the daze. You wake up at eleven AM, eyes dry, mouth dry, head sore. The patch of sun...

Ever since I can remember, painting has always been my greatest passion when it comes to creative outlets. But since joining King’s last...

The Roundhouse’s astonishing venue is perfect for its iconic Poetry Slam Final. Once a Victorian railway turntable and now a performing...

In the intimate setting of Reference Point on the Strand, and after Covid-induced postponements, the ‘presence’ of writers sharing their...

They beat you with burning Glistening slim canes and They always leave ruby marks And lines indented. A drawn out Barb so we knew that...

Swifter wings have brought misfortune hence But never had I seen any with such dark plumage as those which fluttered above my heart one...

He wandered upstream As the brook sang his song, Soaking his brilliance. Only latent in water. But callous in air, A white swell in our...

When I was little, I had a sister When I was twelve and she was sixteen, She lost her mother She brought a girl home and held her hand...