It started snowing
more and more heavily as we left the town.
I hoped it would snow
so thickly that we’d be forced to stay,
to return to the cosy room, stoke the fire,
with time on our hands,
but it was not to be.
Here we are, back in the city.
Snow never lies for long on the wet pavements,
and sometimes there is no respite.
I can’t help feeling we should have stayed
in the town surrounded by hills,
and woken up tomorrow
in a peaceful world of white.
After a work-induced hiatus we are back! We will be bringing unique literature and art to a bathroom near you (currently Brighton, Edinburgh and Glasgow-we have yet to conquer the north of England).
Keep on eye on this page for some exciting social media updates. As always, we’d love to see anything that you have to send us, be it poetry, short stories or illustration. (Just send us a little email at firstname.lastname@example.org)
Here’s some from the latest publication, Volume 2, Issue 1.
Take my love
Like a piece of bread
Put it in a toaster
Then leave and forget
Watch it grow black
Try scraping the burnt
Eat what is left
It’s all you deserve.