How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways… UOWN, founded by Shaan and Haaris Ahmed, is a brand new model for vulture landlordism. I came across them by spotting one of their ads online and, feeling fairly certain I wouldn’t like it, clicking on through to see what […]
Outrage about online abuse seems to be the erratically undulating fixation of the media and politicians at the moment. Whether you watch the display of professed outrage and think of cynical opportunism or earnest determination to moderate the social discourse moral indignation about such abuse remains an increasingly prominent feature […]
You cornered me with love a contortion into hate between what you said and what you did who you claimed and who you were a chaotic contradiction out of which I ended up believing that to control was to care and to fear was to feel You wielded over me […]
This body politic is infected broken down by a pathogen that’s half self aware half selfish insidious in nature consuming in scope and proud to say it’ll get us before any other disease will a form of connection I suppose This country’s economic ghetto is under the thumb held in […]
It wasn’t caged it did not hide nor deny it’s rightful place It wasn’t new it wasn’t found it came through no new grace It wasn’t yours to gift to me nor any bodies else’s But still I found it though never hoped to discover long lost faces In memories […]
The reaction to events in Charlottesville has been a major part of the news and social media cycle recently. Rightly so, although it’s worth remembering that banner head events like this are just the peaks of what can and does happen on a daily basis throughout the US and here […]
I’ve never listened to Linkin Park, or Korn for that matter, and long and varied as I hope my life’ll be I hold out zero desire to experience either band in the course of it. So when I touch on Chester Bennington’s suicide and the reaction to it here I’m […]
He’d gotten as far as piling them up and fetching the matches before the will to set them alight sloped away from him, an exhilarating thought drained in an instant of all value. It would be childish, cowardly even to condemn the sheets to the flames, an act of bitterness […]
What could I have become after what happened? Anything, I was told. All they meant was anything they could understand. I could mirror any image those judgemental cunts could dredge up from their guilty and confused notions of what a ‘good’ victim should be. Scared and broken, scarred and tough, […]