Virtual Sea of Creativity: a Masterlist of Virtual Libraries, Theatre Performances, and more By Eve Volungeviciute We might be slightly closer to the finish line in battling COVID-19, but there is still a way to go. In this situation, creative industries are...
HLR is a 20-something-but-closer-to-30 year old writer of creative non-fiction, mainly short prose and poetry. She writes about challenging subjects such as mental illness, addiction, suicide and grief. HLR was born and raised in […]
Today, we live on the boundaries / of the forest, sewn with lost / and hidden places, deep enough / to fill whole worlds. Don’t fall in. / Ghosting faces wait to […]
Rebecca is a Kent-based poet, who began writing poetry in 2018. She reflects on themes of disconnection from the natural world, creativity, spirituality and the link between them. She intends for her work to speak to […]
Martin Hayes’ collection The Things Our Hands Once Stood For came, in some ways, as a welcome bit of R&R. There’s no doubting what it’s about. Almost all the poems are set in the strip-lit, stale-aired offices of a London courier company, from where teams of controllers, staring into screens for eleven hours a day, oversee […]
There aren’t that many rebels gathered / compared to back in September. / Perhaps climate protestors are daunted / by the abrupt change in the weather. / Rowan is taking some photos, / I’m mostly obscured by […]
Strung from lamp post to lamp post, the multicoloured fairy lights wiggled, jiggled and jumped in the wind. An angry sea scratched at the pebble beach. Flecks of sand stung cold raw cheeks. It was dusk. The world seemed obsolete, nullified by […]
HCE received a lot of high-quality submissions for The Green Issue – sadly, too many to fit inside the magazine! So we offered some writers and artists who’d sent in work the chance to be published here on the website. Keep an eye on our social...
Near sleep, within his arms, / she dwells upon the nature of their love: / a living thing, a forest tree / with boughs that touch the sun. / It whispers […]
HE ARRANGED to meet the guy in a café off the high street. John looked for anyone with an expectant glance. Minutes later a tall, bulky man in a zipped cardigan and branded jeans came over with a mug of coffee. “You John?” he said. “Steve. Nice to meet you.” […]