Untitled by Sophie Causer

There is no guarantee, there is no promise, There is no secure place in which to hide Faith is futile, belief is hopeless And hope is the compassion you will never find Justice is nowhere, not above or below, Justice is in a race that will never win Up against slaughter, torture, cruelty, and woe …

Amara by Zee Younus

Amara   Amara loves to sing She sang flowers into the water To the dish rag and the pan She sang harmonies to the trees Until they bent to her beckon   She sang the moon awake To the tune of her unrest She sang until dusk in December Until her voice rasped with frosted …

How and why the Smiths can assist your midlife blues (the facts of life that will eat you alive, spit you out and smoke you).

We are human. It’s who we are, don’t be in denial of those key features that make your vanity spike when confronting the mirror after a heavy night of heartbreak and ale. The one you want, but can’t have, whilst sitting on a hillside desolate as there’s panic on the streets of Leeds, posts a …

Swatch Card by Jodie Champaneria

SWATCH CARD by Jodie Champaneria MY ARM HAIR IS NOT UP FOR DEBATE. IT IS THICK AND DARK LIKE MY HISTORY. I HOPE IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND CRUMPLE YOUR BROW. TELL ME AGAIN, WHO IS EXOTIC NOW?  AND TAKE THAT OFF YOUR FOREHEAD. DON’T TELL ME THAT MY HAIR LOOKS BETTER STRAIGHT OR TO …

Streams… by Lara Rose

Streams of consciousness; Streams of gold, Streams of magic dust; Streams of old. Streams of love, Streams of passion, Streams of joyful bliss, betwixt two passing beats. Streams of melted ice, Streams of chocolate mice, Streams of music spice, the piper he doth bid. Streams of glory, Streams of tis victorious story, Streams of life, …

Innate Trust by Jodie Champaneria

Innate Trust by Jodie Champaneria Should you know better? Perhaps be more advised? I cannot know, I am two years old I cannot know what is moral and just I cannot know who to believe or distrust So teach me , mother Teach me what is right from wrong Teach me why I can no …

Two for a Pound by Jodie Champaneria

If I was a writer, pens wouldn’t lay parched as I fumble on weighted keys. their lids wouldn’t be lost and overlooked, waiting for walks to be footed and tea to be poured. or for wine bottles to be drunk and painted. pages wouldn’t be left half-written whilst flowers were potted, or whilst family were …

Growing Up by Boz

Growing Up You once told me, “Life’s what you make it,“ But in order to succeed, I’d have to fake it. I’ve learnt all I know from you who I trusted, Clueless yourself, my mind you’ve corrupted. On numerous occasions you put him first; I’m so full of anger, I’m fit to burst. You live …

A Spring Sunset by Lara Rose

Galleria L’Artiste: “A Spring Sunset” © Lara Rose 2016 I look out of the window to my right,  my slightly closed eyes are dazzled by the light. The sparsely covered branches of  trees, Bear delicate young leaves of pale green. Colours of red and light blue, a playful Van Gogh palette. Golden rays create a …