Esther Kearney

Halloween was an unforgettable occasion for me some thirteen years ago. It was late in the evening, and my friend John and I had just finished a game of billiards, when the phone rang. On the other end of the line was an unfamiliar voice, which seemed to be...

 It’s the eighth month of the year. Officially, the seasons are winding in, the sunlight Pulling in closer and closer, pressing against The encroaching night, crawling from The yawning maw of darkness. It’s the eighth month of the year. Things with eight legs begin to shift, stir, Swing their...

Thinking If they say age is just a number Why should it feel like a deadline? Anxious to meet and to hold: Onto the rise of expectations that greet its Joy; to put those who wonder, Under pressure to achieve… What others can only hope them to.   If...

I’m sure many of us students approaching the end of our degrees are now wondering ‘what will I do after University?’, ‘where will I go?’. For Hugo Trace (artist name: Kibbo Records), a University of Nottingham history graduate from the class of 2013, the answer was both teaching and...

The morning was bright and pale yellow like fainting buttercups, casting a welcoming tint over his home. He lived in a country village, small and peaceful, but not quite isolated. The only sounds he heard were bird song, the tractors in the fields and the persistent, whirring motors of...

Saxophone sirens in dissonant symphony with horn blare of hurtling hornet blur taxi cabs, streets speckled with spectators come to watch the world burn in the embers of their cigarette butts.   You stand alone, still, aside from the lurch in your stomach at each fresh cacophony and jostle...

This months theme kicks off the academic year by centering on ‘New Beginnings’. So kick back, relax and press reset… Step up, and step in The sun rises, the sun will set The simplest fact we will ever get For some things are big; some things are small But...