And s(n)o(w) it falls
Orla Cowan
rooftops and windowsills shoulder with
quiet acquiescence the flaky pinpricks
of icy ashes – and (look!) there is
an equal, fickle coating of the pavement –
nonetheless with a movement
decisive, deliberate, perhaps well-meant
Look, there is more than one captured sense
now the morning’s silence is crystallised
in clear, printed lines from eye to mind –
spiralling, soon-to-fade footfalls left behind.
Breathing the Sheets
Daniel Xiberras
A packed station
When I bolt upright
And air still carries weight
It affirms something:
I am shattered.
Beloved bone China, self sutured,
Tears sprouting through crude stitches
saturate and swell brittle twine.
By Ella Milne.
“How are you? Had a good week? Lovely. Well Back to me!” (Miranda Hart)
Miranda Hart was my first taste of comedy, as a post ‘Strictly Come Dancing it Takes Two’ family watch before bedtime. Her series is the ultimate comfort show when I am feeling in a rut or stressed, a common word associated with third years! Added to which, anyone who has survived my driving knows my car is named after the one and only Miranda Hart.
So here are my three reasons why Miranda Hart is ‘such fun’: Bear With, Bear With, Bear with – Back:
Ultimately Miranda Hart has been a huge influence on my own acting and lifestyle, she is a talented comedian and actress who has a unique style and an ability to connect with her audience on a personal level. Thank you for reading and remember to keep calm and gallop on!
Join Fiona Walker on her journey as she navigates the cutthroat corporate world beyond university. As a former student of the arts, she’s used to playing different roles, but can she keep up with the office politics and drama of corporate life, alone? A new one woman show at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, written and performed by Ella Milne and directed by Alice Holmes, CCTV is a show filled with wit, theatrics and all the struggles of a modern day drama graduate.
Follow the creative process: Instagram: @madeyoulookprod
In Solingen there is a flowerbed where there used to be a synagogue
Anna Johns
Johanna catches up with her mother over the phone
and I could have been eavesdropping, if things had been different.
In Berlin I stutter, mit Sojamilch, bitte.
and the waitress says, that will be twenty cents extra
is that okay?
When Thea came to England,
she must have chewed on the words like rocks in her teeth
spoken to her children like tourists.
Was English too soft a language
to talk about what happened?
When she so quietly left
did she know then that she would not go back to Solingen
and that someone else’s grandchild
would trim the vines on her sister’s grave.
She must have known,
not to go looking for God in Germany.
He was not there.
She would not find him.
I learn conjugations by rote
and write verb tables
with the words she used to pray with.
