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Poetry by Natasha Jones
Weekend(s) Broke. Barely money to buy. “Bullshit. Borrow some.” Sorry mum. Bang. Beats HEAVY. Banter. “Break it.” Pill broken. Swallowed. Now to use the powder as a bomb. New text. “Bare eads ere. Don’t gurn.” Teeth gritted. Barrier. Skrillex. Skankin. Blood flowing, throat burning…. “Five quid for a double.” Fuck that. Everything’s a blur. Finally,…
Train of Thought by Steffan Jenkins
I realize trains are hateful things, commuters packed into mobile sardine tins. There are people who think reservations are vague, and some rundown chap who might have the plague. The screaming child is always sat next to you, and bugger me! Signal failure at Crewe! Back in first class, the banker who’s plastered and the…
Mein Bart by Thomas Drage
I have dedicated myself to my beard, To society’s furious, futile frustration. I will not bow, I will not be sheared. My clean shaven reputation, forever smeared, And you may put me to the rack of degradation, But I will not bow, I will not be sheared. My dark, dense defiance should surely…
UNLOAD PROMPTLY by Seb Charlton
Upon arriving at university, never have I encountered such complexity, as washing my clothes. How does one confidently say if light grey is washed with white or darks? I’m just not cut out for this lark. As I approach the machine, it’s quite obscene, and my hands start to sweat. I’ve never read good housekeeping…
Coventry Words Magazine Vol.6 Nov 2015
Coventry Words Volume 6 (September 2015). The magazine for student writers at Coventry University.