Bugs & Caterpillars – Poetry Weekly
Caterpillar By Adrian Hobbs It was small at first, the mark he left. Awake, I felt along my flank and noticed, for the first time, a hole, cylindrical and exact, bored through me like a flawless bullet. It did not take much light to see the redness on my hand, the loss that left me […]
Sexist politics, silencing, and predatory tutors: Oxford feminists’ battle to be heard
Throughout her life, Judith Okely has experienced institutional misogyny first-hand. When she was at secondary school, she was told by her headmistress that it would be inappropriate for her to apply to Oxford. Not because of academic inferiority—but because she was pretty and, therefore, marriage
Student vs Superpower: Meet the young Hong Kong activists fighting for free speech
When student activist Joshua Wong was arrested three years ago, 10 Hong Kong police officers dragged the skinny 18-year-old to the ground, and proceeded to beat him up. His hands were tied behind his back. He was kicked in the head and face; one officer even allegedly grabbed his genitals. His arres
‘We’re Not Heroes’: The ISIS meets the Night Climbers of Oxford
Night has set upon the city of dreaming spires. Rain pours over the freshers hastily making their way back from Cellar. The queue for Hassan’s spirals around Turl Street. The sound of joyful revellers intermingles with the patter of rain against gravel. You sense something above you, a fleeting in
#NotYourHabibti: The activist fighting sexual violence with fashion
TW sexual harassment, sexual assault When she embroidered a denim jacket with the words ‘Not Your Habibti’ (Not Your Darling), Yasmeen Mjalli thought of it as personal message of feminist defiance. But when she posted a photo of herself wearing it in Palestine on International Women’s day, he
China and Clay
It was the morning of Christmas Eve – never a big deal in their part of Calcutta – when Putul came in with her mother in a hand-me-down jumper. The Mistress of the Mansion was awake, sweeping the dead leaves in the garden towards the southern wall. She never truly honoured her title, which irked
“Devil’s Advocate?”
It’s 2016 and I’m in a History class. The end of the year is fast approaching, making most students drunk with apathy. I’m busy trying to answer the teacher’s question but she’s since lost interest and seems more preoccupied with picking her nail. Then I noticed a boy, Jack, shifting in hi
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The cars make incredible noise as they slowly kill the environment; eyes long and yellow, their bodies parading their own masochism. And I would love to be angry. Because I know they’re slowly killing me and everyone, I know everyone is slowly killing everyone. (I don’t want to sound numb