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Bruised Fruit
A lone tree stood under the evil eye of a blood hot sun. Blue eyed, blue skinned fruit djinns danced And in the heat Red fruit bruised....

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 28, 20231 min read


Disjunct
I claw the mind, gash the mind, thrash it, thaw it out, crash it, demoralise it theorise til I lose it, booze and then cruise it; drug...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 21, 20231 min read


Black Death Breath
You are reading my breath. It smells filthy like last night’s mistake, tastes rotten like a black rat has died inside of it. To have...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
May 7, 20233 min read


Cadence
Wilting forget-me-nots by the window Droop their dying petals, As they mourn lost hours, lost years, in their empty tears of languid...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
Apr 30, 20231 min read


Bamboo You
My bold, ballet bamboo Sways in blackened skies, With her airy shoots that climb Towards the eye of a darkening storm. Her Icarus arms of...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
Apr 23, 20231 min read


On Failure and Motion
In our Western capitalist society, there is a systemic and deeply entrenched perception that forwards motion in a clear direction is...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
Feb 8, 20236 min read


Let me dance
Outside of my kitchen Pirouetting above an AGA Alone, in Farrow and Ball tones This is not the right place for dancing. A cold room, cool...
Lauren Levine
Jan 4, 20231 min read


Gentle now, please.
The sentiment of keeping your pillows hugged tight at night. The softness you accept of the rain against the glass of your window. The...

Katy Harrison
Dec 29, 20221 min read


Sheltered She
‘She’ s exposed herself’ Naked, with skin as soft as wool, she quivers with the unsureness of a lamb, and resists with her gentle youth,...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
Dec 8, 20221 min read


The breaking of female genius
Welcome to my brain in the am. Not the prettiest of places, and the adrenal glands fucked so it smells in here. Oh well. Enjoy the...
Lauren Levine
Dec 2, 20222 min read


Fruit and Glass
My body is a vase and your grasping hands, two kilns, melting me to a fluid Favrile sea. Now I am liquid glass, free and oozing with a...

Olivia Gurney-Randall
Nov 25, 20221 min read


Will-o'-the-Wisp
On sin-strewn soil she scampers, a flitting firefly upon the long night. Through frosted-brittle bracken and frigid grasses green her...

Scott Hughes
Nov 5, 20222 min read


A glass wall, almost.
Soundproofed, tinted from your side. We share the spirit of your jasmine shrub, a feeble houseplant. Intentional presence, neglected....

Katy Harrison
Oct 18, 20221 min read


Spectrum
I wrote this on the eve of my 19th birthday. A time where, in retrospect, I see I was processing a lot. This sense of numbness is the...
Lauren Levine
Sep 22, 20225 min read
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