poetry

What is it with these husbands and wives who after so long stop sleeping side-by-side and trade their marriage vows for their cyanide, a head-in-an-oven, a pocket full of stones and their husbands weep for a week and call it pride and say how She warded off the world...

Advice from the best people I know. Is it passion or is it words That make you sound as free as birds? Free as bloody birds. Be inspired, creative, and let your thoughts wander As lonely as a cloud, until you find the light through yonder Window breaks. Like...

Imagine if the weather was permanent. Permanently sunny. You’d tell me, what’s wrong with that? Sunny days are the best days. What if the permanent weather suddenly wasn’t permanent anymore? What if the clouds came? You’d tell me, what’s wrong with that? We need rain once in a while....

As the nights get colder and our wallets lighter, at this time of year it is always difficult to afford good days/nights out. Plus, if you like to give your liver a rest before Christmas, then sometimes it’s nice to go to an event that doesn’t demand shots… Impact Features...

With the academic year now being fully under way, we also see the return of our student poetry series Originals. To ease you back into the stress of student living, this week our selection of original poetry comes from student Osita Kabba. The realm of the man with broken...

This week we welcome back Mike Burman as a contributor and also Harry Patte-Dobbs, both in the School of English here at Nottingham. Despite coming to the end of their final years at UoN they’re still producing some great poetry! Last Remarks Cold rain and regret in this town. The only...

Following a return to lectures and worrying for future plans, Originals provides a welcome break to the start of Spring term. Disillusionment of Ten O Clock The houses are haunted By white night-gowns. None are green, Or purple with green rings, Or green with yellow rings, Or yellow with...