Dubai, the Paradox Cocktail

Dubai is a place of paradox. Excessive wealth coexists with extreme poverty; economic extremes cohabit in gold souks and skyscrapers and single bedroom apartments. The buildings tower above those men who built them, supercilious in their height and bullying in their bravado. Those men, with muddy shoes, walked the streets they had paved, only to…

Does Age Ameliorate Injustice?

At eleven years old I first became aware of myself as a sex-object. Still young enough to be playing Nintendo but old enough to be walking alone, I learnt of lechery on a journey home from school. It was summer and own clothes day and I was proud of the leggings and tank top that…

Caged Soul

I am in cage of my old soul looking out This old soul is acting on my behalf But people don’t realise Inside the soul is hollow And sitting hopelessly inside Is a crumpled up piece of paper of what I have become My body is like old newspaper tossed to the curb My mind…

A Plea for the Protection of Femininity

  My feminism is one of wearied exhaustion. Brow beaten, defeated, lonely, crushed: it is deprived of the zeal and anticipation, the hope and excitement, that it once carried so courageously. Feeling like I’m attempting to traverse a mountain of casual misogyny and pedestrianised indifference, the metamorphosis of my anger is one from a mobilised…

How Slut Shaming has transcended the Social and seeped into the Legal World

‘She’s gagging for it’ ‘You can’t rape someone who never says no’ ‘Her clothing says it all’ ‘You can tell she wants it’ ‘A slut can’t be raped’   After a girl’s thong was used in a rape trial to imply her consent, the boundaries between social prejudices and legal objectivity seemed to have dissolved….

The Mindless Revolution

Mobile phone in one hand and spliff in the other, the glazed over generation are a force governed by fear. Under the pretence that they are fearless, that nothing can affect them, that their soullessness is bullet proof, they are actually reigned by terror. One protest equals ostracism, one poem equals vilification, one tear equals…

Deconstructing the Glorification of America

In the process of deconstructing the glorification of America we must construct disillusionment, dissemble patriotism, and proliferate the awareness that America is a nation founded on colonialisation, slavery, and genocide. Myth one: The discovery of America was an illustrious achievement with Christopher Columbus as its righteous representative. Beginning with the slaughter of 90% of the…

Blog Post Six- The Reality of Dissent – Vegetarianism and Veganism

Nemeth (2010) claims that the reality of minority influence isn’t quite as inspiring as we may think. People will accept a new, unpopular opinion on the surface to appear democratic and tolerant. However, beneath this convincing façade of democratic acceptance is an irritation at someone challenging the equilibrium, upsetting the safety of the majority position….

Blog Post Five: Review of ‘Daffodil’, a Small Press Piece

Small press review of ‘Daffodil’ It is an overwhelmingly simple document made from a single sheet of A4 folded eight ways. The simplicity of its design can only be rivalled by the lucidity of its content. The text is made up of 14 words in total, the poem comprising only 7 of these lines. The…

Blog Post Four: Three Minute Writing Practise – Poetry

Dew Ephemeral blades of grass Slitting the beads of rain Like blades In the night Morning comes The residue is left behind The splashes of last night’s ecstasy of water Resting on the defeated greenery and webs Diamante jewels on trees and bushes The garden is adorned Step on the grass no longer crisp And…