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Oh, to stand here, in a museum Staring at delicate paintings of old. You step beside me to see them Our eyes meet, we get lost in...

Last Tang Standing is a romantic comedy following the story of Andrea Tang, hot-shot lawyer, aspiring author, and the last single cousin. Andrea is...

The global pandemic has led us to spend more time indoors. Disrupting metropolitan ‘lifestyles’ across the globe, consequent lockdowns have inadvertently brought us closer...

First published in 1992, The Wild Iris is perhaps Glück’s best known work. A collection of poems that can be read in whole as...

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie is a Biafran author who grew up in Enugu and meanwhile calls both Nigeria and the U.S. her home. Her writings...

confetti in my ears, popping like the red fox's cry piercing the midnight, all its amoebic clamour, we dance up to each others' rooms, looking for cottoned secrets and cocooned happiness that breaks...

Years of scientific analysis make it impossible to deny the effect humanity is having on the Earth’s climate. However, this raises an interesting question,...

When I was a little girl, my family used to live in a small quiet town in the south of Bangladesh. Every night there...

First published in 1971, Lives of Girls and Women is difficult to categorise, blurring the line between a cycle of short stories and a...

Suddenly, he emerged from within, Silent, sneaking closer with a vicious grin, Slinging his arms around me, So calm so innocent, but cold like the wide sea. Then...

生 Spring brings warm feelings Watching the birds sing yields peace The frogs croak loudly 死神 As more life flourishes Death lurks always to the side Humbleness follows 能量 The Tao or The...

春 Bright flowers rise up Spring reveals nature’s beauty Too precious to lose 蛙 Our globe spins around Conserve this beauty, we must Master Yoda says 雲 Blossoms in the sun The young ronin...

The bags under our eyes carry darkness; Unhuman hands stretch them open like curtains, But if we blink like shutters of a camera Are we asleep or...

Bethan’s Book of the Month By  Bethan Bates Tell Me Your Secret by Dorothy Koomson If you are someone who has read my last few book reviews, you...

Since March 8 is International Women’s Day, I would like to take this opportunity to introduce the female US poet laureate, Joy Harjo, and...

Most sexually active single people or any one on any dating app, will have experienced or been offered a one night stand. There are...

  Swans in the snowfield Reminding me of Welsh vibes Yearning to return A land of seaweed Either as food or product Laverbread for Jack Old stone hills show scars Forests of...

Where is the price tag? How do you measure human problems as more or less significant? What makes my history baseless, and yours, the...

Welsh Language Music Day was founded by BBC Radio 1 DJ Huw Stephens in 2013. The celebratory day’s purpose is to raise awareness of...

Veljko Vlahović (1914-75) is poignant when writes of Montenegro as “sea foam and snow dust, a dance of steep cliffs and headlong streams, uproar...

Since February is LGBT+ History month, some people might be looking for some media about/inclusive to the LGBT+ community. Included in this list are...

Cyberpunk 2077 is a contemporary game (2020) that allows a player to explore a vast world filled with multiple quests, with some ultimately affecting...

Content Warning: a number of the films and shows listed below deal with sensitive topics such as homophobia, conversion therapy, death, sexual assault, and...

米国 悪い夢 A dark winter begins ‘Witness Me!’ the darkness shouts The people shout back 雪 Yuki is her name Her sisters dance around me Falling to the ground ダース・ベイダー Like leaves of...

Barbeque sauce Smothered on his bacon, Like my kisses on the Stubble of his chin; Crispy, charred. Two tea-bags Cuddled in his cup; Crushed to copy the Strength of our love; Bitter, timeless. One...

Bethan’s Book of the Month By Bethan Bates Cinderella Is Dead by Kalynn Bayron Published in 2020, Cinderella Is Dead is Kalynn Bayron’s debut novel. It is a...

oh, to gouging eyes out by Jan Delos Santos  It is tiring to be this complex in nothing  but thoughts and words and sound.  It is too much...

“Haikus from the Plague-Lands” by Benjamin Nichols 1. Nature goes to sleep, The silly apes keep routine, The dark winter starts. 2. Spring a distant thought; Once the good survive...

Bethan’s Book Of The Month By  Bethan Bates The Gravity of Us by Phil Stamper   I picked this book up over lockdown for one very simple reason: it...

A MOST UNUSUAL PITCH: A DRAGON’S DEN FANTASY by Ikeke Azeke Nervous wrecks are the norm when entrepreneurs step into the Den. But our protagonist, JC...

Two Poems by Sophie Apps “Untie Me” Time buried me in a casket – I gorge on your name; Hungry for a different set of vowels and consonants. In...

Things that are Red by Abhishek Subhash Things that are Red: The eyes of a stoner, The pen of a teacher, The pavement where they chewed paan, The ketchup I...

NaNoWriMo: How Did it Go? By Catrin Lawrence For the last few weeks, I’ve been taking part in my first ever National Novel Writing Month, a...

Strong Black Women Leading the Way in Audio Drama By Sali Earls For this month’s podcast review, I wanted to look at dramas led by formidable...

Written in Invisible Ink: A Celebration of Ethnically Diverse Writers By Sophie Apps In celebration of Black History Month, here is an extraordinary and unappreciated list...

The Children of Wounded Warriors: from Okara to Beyond by Ashish Dwivedi   Often lauded as the “first Modernist poet of Anglophone Africa”, Gabriel Okara (1921-2019) has been...

Bethan’s Book Of The Month By  Bethan Bates Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman Noughts and Crosses is set in a ‘dystopian’ world in which black people are...

Na-No-Wri-GO! by Catrin Lawrence As the days draw in and there’s less to do due to a combination of cold and Coronavirus, many writers will be...

"As Rohit" By Ashish Dwivedi As wise as my palm speaks, as bald as the privacy doors, as brave as a wounded seagull, as feminine as the...

I think the Nobel is the reason.   I was reading a savvy introduction to Animation Studies, ed. by Jayne Pilling, and was determined to finish...

A Passion for Podcasts: Bingeworthy Audio Drama by Sali Earls   I love podcasts. I’ve been listening to a wide range for years, from documentaries and news...

Surrounded by the settlements of Derwen Fawr to the west, Sketty to the north, Brynmill to the east and part of the sweep of...

Bethan’s Book Of The Month by Bethan Bates Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi  Recommended to me by a friend and fellow literature student, I bought...

In Her Eyes By Sali Earls I groaned as the alarm went off. Five more minutes. Just five more. I knew I had to get up...

In our classrooms In 2019 We sit and we learn Of everyone in history who was wrong We convince ourselves we And we alone Would have fought for the good...

I missed home in London, missed Abertawe in Lancaster, missed my father in the unwanted streets of my asylum called mind. I missed my laughter in this flat I...

Imagine reliving the horror of freshers’: the strangers for flatmates, hoarding dirty dishes in the sink, projectile vomiting at pres and the mystery of...

I normally read within certain genres of fiction, so I tend to challenge myself to read outside of these fictitious boundaries, to explore other...

A Poem from the Soul I was once told Poetry comes from the soul. Told, It flows out of you So, I listened. Listened to my soul, To what she had...

In the broken elevator. Tom pressed the alarm five minutes ago. The shock-second, when the elevator shuddered, is over. He did the automatic; pressed...

by Sebastian Fletcher

by Lizzy Brown  

I am a woman, 21. I once had a friend say to me that they wanted to be girl, a woman. There are many...

Burn the roses, so their thorns won’t cut you again. Burn the sunflowers, for the sun is gone, and lie in shadow. The fire will give you warmth. Burn the...

Dear my XXXX, Ever since I met you I found something that speaks to me It’s so strange, for the first time ever I can feel my...

You find a box. Just a regular box. Sides all flawlessly square. Corners at perfect 90-degree angles. A box that really says, “This is a box.” You open it...

She opened her eyes to darkness. Head raised, gasping desperately for air, she felt the coarse grains fall from her skin. She lifted a...

Door windows of shattered colour shards, Here, where Gods hang round in bars Lilting choir on the jukebox New polish on the locks Mercury and Mars Playing cards. Where to...

So you’ve decided to write something, huh? Maybe you have an idea for a novel that will blow Harry Potter out of the water;...

by Emily Maybanks

Imagine a bustling town or city centre, with people everywhere. Overhead, there could be the clearest, bluest skies with the warmest sun beating down...

Former Swansea University, B.A. Hippsley is scheduled to have his first novel – Containment – published on 16th May 2018 by the independent publishers...

A poem by Emily Maybanks by Emily Maybanks

The Little Prince – originally Le Petit Prince – was penned by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and was first published in 1943. Now, 75 years...

By: Emily Maybanks Have you ever wondered how your favourite authors can make characters come to life in your mind? Or, maybe you've always felt...

By: Rhys Swainston * disclaimer - contains content that some may find upsetting I walk past the café every day. There is a girl who works there...

By: Emily Maybanks Living and working in Basel, Switzerland, Emily Wren is a freelance Illustrator and has recently illustrated a short story in Popshot’s recent...

By: Emily Maybanks Today – 21st March 2018 – is World Poetry Day. Poetry is, of course, literary work in which the expression of feelings...

By: Emily Maybanks Based on the lyrics to 'If you could see me now' by The Script. Got to keep myself calm but the truth is...

By: Emily Maybanks I caught up with writer and poet Kamand Kojouri; she was born in Iran and brought up in Dubai and Toronto. She...

by Emily Maybanks If I could turn back the clocks, I would re-write every line of every stupid love letter that I wrote. Pages and...

by Heavyn Lester It would be nice if finding your true love was just like finding a pair of shoes. You could go to a couple...

By: Emily Maybanks Inspired by songs from the 2017 film The Greatest Showman There are a million dreams keeping me awake. A million dreams for the world...

By Gwen Miles On the first weekend of November, I made my way into the centre of Swansea to get involved in a celebration of...

By: Emily Maybanks I recently picked up a copy of Popshot – an illustrated magazine full of short stories, flash fiction and poetry. What really...

By: Michael Jenkins This isn’t real. This is necessary. Come with me through the brick and rat exposed arches of Hafod’s Copperopolis in an industrial century...

By: Emily Maybanks

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By: Emily Maybanks A spoken word creative writing piece, inspired by The Script's music.

By: Emily Maybanks  Read Drunken Glory here.   I open my eyes and immediately shut them after being blinded by bright sunlight flooding through the tiniest gap...

by Emily Maybanks 31st October 2011… Halloween Young and sweet, I was seventeen Still a child, full of innocence With a craving for independence So much I didn’t but...

by Gemma Woodhouse Humans are weird creatures. Investing years of a child’s life teaching them how to talk, write and draw. Sending them to drama...

Emily Maybanks speaks about Swansea Student Media and how it has helped her develop new skill and confidence.

By Emily Maybanks Irish pop-rock trio The Script have returned with their fifth studio album called Freedom Child which was released on 1st September 2017....

Emily Maybanks talks about issues surrounding mental health and touches on her own experiences.

By Emily Maybanks Inspired by reading a book called ‘The Greeks* Had a Word For It. (*and the Russians and the Japanese and the Dutch)’...

By Emily Maybanks We’re lying with our backs against the solid, cold pavement; our heads against the curb, dangerously close to the road. The velvety...

By Nezere Parkin The rain is beating against the window pane So much force My heart is racing as I receive another blow to my face, my stomach, my...