The Beginning and The End, by Heather Moss

First she left us for the rolling fields of York, today she’s off to University. Before she went, she left Marriotts one last literary gem. We’re wishing Heather all the best and look forward to lots of uni and creative writing updates.     It’s a little like falling And a little like floating One moment…

The People of Light by Nathan Zelli

Nelson Mandela, Known as a light, A light of freedom. Florence Nightingale, She was a light, A lamp, The lady of the lamp. Martin Luther King, The light of hope, The light at the end of segregation, The light of dreams. Rosa Parks, The light at the end of an era, The segregation end light,…

Green

I will paint my wall green, Because envy paints feelings, Because emeralds pain gemstones, Because green will paint a football pitch, Because boas will constrict, Because it will make it feel like home. By Genie Seymour-Griffiths   Green is like grass, Just like a football, Soccer field where you can score glorious goals, Where the…

Half of My Soul by Heather Moss

I called out to you but you heard nothing You cradled my body and screamed My soul shattered as I watched you Caught between life and death Between staying and leaving Everything had been for you Leaving our home, following on Who cared for war? For your mother? Who cared about the judging eyes and…