Waiting at A London Train Station

There are galaxies on these flower petals But to us they’re just dots, You don’t look around a lot When … More

The First Storm of the Summer

I wear lingerie. Bows and straps that fall in time with the condensation or early morning mist masking the already-covered window. In … More

A life of creed and nonsense Holy myths of holy ignorance Enslaving peasants and masters Who both meet death though … More

He had finished the book quicker than he’d expected, No worries: He was eager not to miss out on … More

qmunicreate is an anthology of creative writing, short stories and poetry, from students at the University of Glasgow. Our eighth … More

Like when the hawk locks his claws around the rabbit, Or when the lion licks the blood that stains his … More

The severing of ties with a man who believes that the death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most … More

You always mocked them. The suited up men, in patent leather shoes with points like arrow heads. Their manicured hands … More

Who made you? At thirteen I fell between the pages of Wuthering Heights, learned that I was made of moor … More

Lick your lips taste the plastic of your smile take a breath smell the sanitation of your skin knock your … More