Nothing feels quite like that boney hand, holding down your face in sheets like an evil little shit that holds their sibling down below the water. The hand scratches against your face, as the duvet, familiar and weathered, incubates your perfectly comfortable little atmosphere. You really could spend hours there, floating in and out the foetal free fall of sleep. Maybe you’re supposed to spend all...

In the woods where trees jut out sideways,

Blind men run down one by one.

I winced, but cursed at my eyesight

Despite the falls it looked like fun.

I turned to find the right route down but

All I saw were trodden pathways.

The stream was meandering down but

I couldn’t see the normal path it flowed away.

So I stumbled towards a cliff edge,

The wind pushed me like a tease.

The rocks and froth...

“Tip 1. More javelins and spears missing. If aimed you, sidestep. Contestants believe exercising free will. Do not allow uprising.”

“Tip 2. If contestant rushes, produce shock stick. Most cases not proceed further.”

“Tip 3. If proceed, brutal force necessity. Trueblood not spilt. If contaminate you, leave arena and report cleaning bay immediately.”

“Tip 4. Bring rag. Lights heat and agitate ar...

What are you wearing?

Camping mat and sleeping bag?

Is your childhood room

too small for your bed again?

Its ok. You can take mine....

Guy Travers is by all others’ accounts a class A citizen. He moved into flat 6A, 32 Albany Street, about 4 months ago, and knocked on all our other front doors offering homemade shortbread that, I must admit, was really rather scrumptious. He introduced himself and was very pleasant conversation. We exchanged stories of our travels in the East and about our experiences of London when it was in its...

She just couldn’t keep a breathy, cotton smile out of the corners of her mouth. “So this is it?” she mewed. She looked him up and down as if to take a photo with her mind, but it was inevitably an artist’s impression. That jet black mop with electric blue streaks that she first noticed was darker and more intense than ever before. His cute little nose. His arms were even broader and stronger, as s...

“Don’t make me choose”, says Linda May, who’s looking at cedar wood dressers she’s found in a furniture catalogue marketing summery sales that just came in the other day.

“I love them both, I just can’t pick! It’s like you’re asking me to pick myself my one and only favourite child! They’re both so great for different reasons. One’s so chic and sleek and cool with no rough edges, masterpiece of...

The thick souls of snow shoes cling to the ground with stiff stubble, making maps of prints. Sam can see exactly where people walk most often, where streetlamp’s and billboard’s rays don’t have as much to shimmer off. They see a print of a dog’s paw, of seemingly a huge man, of a baby stroller, all throwing themselves in different directions. It’s a dot to dot of the geography of a journey, amplif...