Hoarding stacks of cassettes for the sound of our burgeoning darkness I dreamt of Wordsworth on the English crags his … More
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Finnieston, December 3rd
It’s a gift, this evening: essay-free, the cars passing silver, coruscatingly ugly. I suck in the breath of a stranger’s … More
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qmunicreate #02: Beginnings and Endings
Our latest anthology of creative writing from students at the University of Glasgow, in 6 parts under the theme of … More
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Extract from a Lost Chat Log
If I could talk to you now I would ask why, at thirteen, you scored the word fuck on your … More
