An anthology of creative writing from students at the University of Glasgow, in 7 parts under the theme of Past and Present:
Nostalgia Makes Us Silver, a poem by Maria Sledmere
Blink, a poem by Kirsty Campbell
Dear Brother, a short story by Swara Shukla
Bowie, Berlin, a poem by Clare Patterson
Silhouette Portrait Miniature c1790, a poem by Sarah Spence
Many Families, One Team, a short story by Riana Hull
At First, a poem by Millie Earle-Wright
you were secret:
a half moon
caught by the ocean
When I look at my eldest daughter, my second wife stares back at me. I see it now in my daughter’s dark, almond-shaped eyes and the way her nose pulls down slightly when she smiles. I see it now in that look she gets when I begin to speak. Like she’s typing all the words out in her head, so that she can go back over the conversation later to read between the lines.
Cheeks pink from skipping, a girl, teeth
missing, grins at her name. She swings
her legs, asks the candle, will it tickle?
She stifles a giggle as her aunt’s nimble
quill catches the shadow of her likeness,
doll’s leg in loose fingers.
You left America in a haze of the occult
Strung out on paranoia, divorce
Tight, white skin
To somewhere green, to somewhere suffering, recovering
And split right down the middle
“It’s just…” Rishabh turns another page of the book he is pretending to read, “I don’t like the way he looks at me.”
I try to be indignant. I should be able to defend you better, brother. It hurts that I can’t stand up to my own son, when you were always ready to fight the world for me.
“Don’t talk about your uncle like that.” A feeble attempt.
Dedicated to Elisabeth Schiller-Campbell.
Now I’m holding a bundle of flickering string
It falls; unravelling
I try to gather it up but it keeps unwinding