Our Last Phone Call

Lake Shore Limited

By Magda N-W

People don't do this take a train, alone, on purpose carve out time, odd furrows across this fractured land they don't sit with themselves watch winter lakes brittle crack the…

Nostalgia

By Rina Grob

Dear Diary, I am a sucker for nostalgia. It is what it is. So naturally what better way to spend this Christmas time than rereading my favorite books as a child.

Politics

By Emily McDonnell

The word 'politics' is one a lot of people try to avoid. However, across the world, the need for us all to realise the need to be involved in politics is growing.

Travel

By Emily McDonnell

A first solo trip, booked in a moment of panic, turns into a lesson in being present — and the start of an addiction to travelling alone.

Dear Diary

By Rina Grob

Why do I feel so weird about women who remind me of me in books?

The Feminine

By Mirjam Grupp

It was 2012 when I first went to Paris. It was winter, and I was sitting under a heater on the terrace of a café, drinking wine, smoking, watching the people passing by (...)

September Sweats

By Magda N-W

September Sweat In the thin red months, between the cool condensation on the outside of a pitcher (...)

Touch-Less

By Mirjam Grupp

This is for everyone who is living alone, right now, and who doesn't have a partner they are permitted to visit.

Kalpavriksha, the wishing tree

By Richa Saxena

“Trees are sanctuaries” wrote the German poet and philosopher Herman Hesse.

Solace

By Haydée Touitou

I had to look up...

Post-Covid Travel Trends

By Emily McDonnell

The Staycation Collection's founder predicts how travel will change after the pandemic — slower, more sustainable, and more about the people behind the places.

Peach Pit

By Grace Copeland-Tucker

Let me drape myself in the softened crest of your Cupid’s bow, there where the sweat glistens and dips over the trench of your top lip; dripping like a peach sprayed…

Sister circle

By Majella Mark

I found solace in my Sister Circles. 

Solace

By Savannah van der Niet

Isolation gives fruit to contemplation realisation. We see spikes and charts (...)

Unsaid

By Skye Wilson

I stand up, stumble, wrap my naked, sweaty skin in my softest sleepwear.

Solace

By Anna Walczak

A long time ago a girl met a boy. He was not really the type of guy, who was meant for her. She was very rare, and he was not really familiar with taking care of a gem such as her (...)