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  • Dandelion

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    Phoebe
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    You hold my hand and I don’t sparkle and splinter like a dandelion  My roots rustle and carve harsher tracks I marvel at the music I learnt to clench my fists and dig my nails in to  Each word is so angry and I can’t help but wonder what all of that aimed to do …

  • Purple

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    Phoebe
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    The sky is bright purple And my eyes are bright red  There’s a memory of walking underneath a sunset with my grandma that rings out loud in my head  And I wonder why I constantly train myself to linger at the edge Or do I linger  Did I not try Did you not put hands…

  • Short Story: I want to confess

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    Phoebe
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    Last night, I got home with time crushed under the soles of my shoes. I sat on my bed, and the photo frames collapsed on the shelves. I tried to scrape the time away, but it was already creeping up my socks into my legs, and then into my hands, which lay palm up, waiting.…

  • ‘I’m not a poet, I’m just a woman’ – a review of Little Women (Greta Gerwig, 2019)

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    Phoebe
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    Overall: 59/70 (warning: spoilers for the film below) (I will preface this review by admitting that, probably to the disappointment of my mother, I have never actually read the original Little Women novel by Louisa May Alcott, of which this film is an adaptation. I am therefore judging this as a standalone film. I am…

  • ‘I think that, I like TV shows’ – a review of I Saw the TV Glow (Jane Schoenbrun, 2024)

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    Phoebe
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    Overall: 58/70 I put off watching this movie for a while, simply because I don’t deal well with horror films, or any slightly scary elements at all really. Eventually, though, the reviews combined with my own constant intrigue led me to finally give it a go. And I’m so glad I did, because I was…

  • Flowers – a poem

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    Phoebe
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    You hand me flowers and I cave Forget all my built up rage The screaming match I dreamt about Words I speak in ink but not out loud I rush to find a vase to keep the flowers safe Anger cased in words hidden deep in shade Draw scenes of brightest colour Long for one…

  • ‘whatever you need’ – review of Sorry, Baby (Eva Victor, 2025)

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    Phoebe
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    (potential spoilers) Overall: 52/70 I have never finished a film, and so badly wanted to immediately sit back down and watch it again. That is all I could think as I walked away from the cinema where I had spent the past hour and forty-five minutes having my heart ripped apart, and jumbled back together.…

  • The Life of Chuck – Review

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    Phoebe
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    How often do you think about the death of our own small world, and the death of the entire universe, approaching one day in the distant future. Or not so distant, if you’re living during Mike Flanagan’sThe Life of Chuck. This is a film seemingly about one man, but in reality, it isn’t just about…

  • From amongst the letters, emerged the heat – a review of Evenings and Weekends by Oisin Mckenna

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    Phoebe
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    Evenings and Weekends by Oisin McKenna is a story of romance, community, and inescapable heat. It follows multiple characters during the course of a heatwave in London, and uses the city’s sense of urgency and movement to place you directly within that landscape. The novel uncovers the web of individual lives exploding throughout the wider,…