Butterscotch

Through my daughter’s experiences, I saw for the first time, the impact of the sort of implicit racism and racial bias that I previously had not thought existed in the town I grew up in. A poem by Victoria Luckie (alumni).

Man Vs Nature

I carve my way through books, burrowing caves inside them using nothing but my hands and trusted Stanley knife. A sculpture by Aneeka Asfar.

The Truth of June

My mum and I were both born in June – 37 years and 9 days apart. A year ago, I wrote this poem whilst staying overnight in the hospital with her. A poem by Auriel Simmonds.

A Cautionary Tale

Once upon a time, there were three siblings who inherited some money from their Mother. A short story by Samantha Stallard.

Golden

A poem by Ruth Almodal.