GCHQ, CIA, FBI poem

By Phoebe Thomson I don’t show anyone my private diary, but someone is cataloguing each search enquiry, watching all that I watch, reading all that I type, that third pair of eyes in the screen as we skype, my location on maps, and the steps stepped each day, every trip where I use my bank … Continue reading GCHQ, CIA, FBI poem

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Journeying

By Sam Purnell Cascading across the glass These high-speed passengers. As they run, they leave a trail of themselves, Forging a path that those who come after may follow. Fleeting elements of the world beyond the windowpane. They’re nature’s sperm, Mirroring the most important race as they sprint across the glass. No, they’re sheep, They … Continue reading Journeying

Daily Battle

By Julia Chobanyan A chaotic assembly of green leaves colour the air with the inimitable scent of morning. Stones so smooth that their marrow pale shells disguise years of hard toil. The gentle stream once endured against the rough surface of stubborn rocks. The trees, waltzing with the wind, sway almost sentient and omniscient. If … Continue reading Daily Battle