I wrote this poem after seeing a post on Instagram where someone asked ChatGPT what it would do if it were human for a day. Its answer was full of overly romanticised things, which inspired me to write about what actually makes us human and separates us from AI — the trivial things. The unattractive, unintentional, and often boring habits.

A poem inspired by my journey, where I took a somewhat spiritual pilgrimage and watched the spring equinox sunrise on Glastonbury Tor, where I soon felt one with the fairies.

Inspired by Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait (1434), a painting long debated for its unusual details, this poem reimagines the scene from the perspective of an artist tasked with capturing a ghost.

This poem reflects on the lingering traces left behind by a beloved pet, and how even the most mundane reminders of them can be difficult to let go of. Inspired by the loss of a childhood feline friend and the moment of finding one of her hairs whilst tidying, it serves as an homage to all the furry companions who have been loved and lost.

I wrote this piece about one of my dearest friends: my creativity and desire to write. It’s one of my oldest and most loving relationships, even when I doubt it at times. Writing has always been an escape for me, and at other times, it has helped me when nothing else could.

A visual of a blue canvas with different coloured spots came to me one night before bed. I quickly wrote it down as a prompt for when I wanted to write, and this is what came of it.

A poem about the true fate of one of Shakespeare's most tragic heroines. Ophelia’s fate is not one of idle spinsterhood and cats, as a certain showgirl would say, but a fate many women know in some way, shape or form — a life dictated by the patriarchy, until it drives you to madness.