By Harriet Sim In a world obsessed with celebrity, what would you do if you happened to look like one of your heroes? Chris Savill, a quietly spoken family man, describes a twist of genetic fate that lead him into the world of a celebrity lookalike. When
By Alexis She was like the sunlit moon Blessing the world with her light And I was one of many stars Negligible, indiscernible But hoping she would see me one night. I was just a simple student from a small, unknown university, learning the dying art of the poet. That night
Knock and the door will be answered It’s freezing out here Cold hands cold steel and stone Seek and you shall find A corner to pray in If you’re quiet enough I don’t wear cross necklaces I hold my hands in front of my chest I am Enough; because of Him! I am Too full Too
By Emily Olorin Love is the storm, That set me adrift That set me gasping That cut me free from my moorings and Left me for dead. Love is both executioner, And enabler, Depending on where my body lands. I run my fingers through your hair and realise, Oh, This is love. The first inhalation out of water Damp,
By Katie Kendall undo She takes me out for dinner just to watch the waitress undo her sugar hair behind the kitchen door. That's the kind of girl I like, she says. I don't remember when I stopped trying to become myself. I watch the waitress, her
By Priya Gauchan Being queer is my identity and I wear it out every day. Being a woman is my identity and I wear it with my head held high. Being a person of colour is my identity and I wear that daily too. All these tags inked on every inch of my skin. All
