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Perhaps, Oxford

We met at a Latin meeting hosted by the Oxford Ancient Languages Society at University College. I signed up for Latin partly out of curiosity, partly out of guilt. I’d...

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How to Say Goodbye to the Cities You’ve Loved

For those of us between borders, home is not fixed; it’s cumulative.

The Source Ngoc Diep -

W.H. Auden at the Bus Stop: In Praise of Intellectual Delay

It’s a damp Tuesday afternoon, and W.H. Auden is waiting patiently at the bus stop...

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A Pelican Crossing Somewhere on Green Dragon Lane

"The passage of time is a bloodthirsty hound."

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Palimpsest

This is a secular city, built on holy bones. We’re on the edge of another fissure. Nothing so grand as a revolution. But the grey...

A Eulogy for Tommy

Ea! It’s so cold! I cried from me bedwhen I pulled down the coovers an raised up me edto see bright rays of sunlightstream...

In The Beginning

I was alone with the earth and the sunbefore you came along: there was no life, notthen, not even song. My hope had been...

Loaded Words

Where now those sentences, those syllables,Loaded like cannon balls on the field of Austerlitz?Full of the weight and confidenceAnd destructive power of centuriesOf thought,...

We Walk Along

We walk along by the river, my hand in his, our arms of different lengths and his palms much bigger than mine. The sun...

The Mermaid

The mermaid is dying, and no one cares.She does not belong here, here in the suburbsWhere council-mandated hedges block her from the sea.She does...

Matchstick Cats

Mark and Trev were surrounded on the bed of the truck by old wooden beams and bits of furniture – debris of a life...

Post Diagnosis

"You could tell no one, And it would come anyway."

Ode to a Nearly Beloved

"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."

Pink Tulips

"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I do not wish for violence."

Tangerine

"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."

The Saintly Lives of Students

"There, there(‘s) a graveyard in the college where drunk students in funeral suits smile through tombstone teeth."

Diffidence

"non est, ut putas, virtus, pater, timere vitam, sed malis ingentibus obstare nec se vertere ac retro dare."

May The Wolf Die

Read the latest from The Source: 'May the Wolf Die' by Nina Naidu It’s not as though you’ve had your fill.Each night, a lunar eclipse,...

A window to the soul

“A window to the soul”I would fix my gaze upon its shuttersPale, dusty blue-greenTarnished edgesAn irritating creakThey’re faulty,Letting unwanted light stream inBlinding me,Or they...

Genetics

What beauty is thereIn the anger that spills from your lips?After every kissA fightUneven groundI've become so good at telling liesThe droplets fall; I...

Drowning in You

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of relationships, 'Drowning in You'! I feel like I’m drowning as I struggle with your embraceI...

The sweet sticky story of you.

Read the latest from The Source!Content warning: addiction That sticky sweet smell lingers in the air, flickering and dissipating again and again, a smoke cloud...

Happiness, My Passenger

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of Mind. I walk through the woods and I realise it once again. I realise that...

Cabernet

Read the latest from The Source on the theme of relationships! He likes red wine. Gets a bottle of it when he goes out to...

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The Source

Perhaps, Oxford

How to Say Goodbye to the Cities You’ve Loved

W.H. Auden at the Bus Stop: In Praise of Intellectual Delay

A Pelican Crossing Somewhere on Green Dragon Lane

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