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[pompomblog]

"Scratch Off The Old & Scream" by Soph / Pom Pom Issue 1: "Change"

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Warm Snow (by Ash)

"Sometimes, I just want to stay in bed cuddled up under the duvet, binge watching TV But up I get, my legs feel like lead, And I pull on my comfiest enby cat hoodie slip into my wooly rainbow socks and knot my mum’s oldest, warmest scarf around my neck I step out into the bitter wind, and my way to the docks My wellies crunch merrily in the pure white snow They haven’t been out in ages and I feel them grin I get to the old stone tunnel and I crunch low I can’t believe I used to be able to run under here As a tiny kid, not even banging my head when all my worries were so very mere I’m really cold now as I sit on the wall completely chilled to the bone but it doesn’t bother me much The snow is so beautiful, I’ve only ever seen it on my phone There’s something magical about the way it falls so I stick out my hand and touch a flake and it’s not so cold at all! It’s warm! Cautiously, I poke the pile with a rake and the snow ripples as if I’ve chucked a pebble into the water I drop happily into the snow, and it’s like a bed, softer than a blanket and warm. Gently, my eyes drift shut. I’ll just rest for a while."

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Nothing Feels Certain Anymore (by Lucy Butler)

"aside from the

snowdrops nuzzling their white, velvet snouts

through the dew-glazed dirt,

or the vegetables in my fridge

I swore I’d eat, eventually huddling

together in fuzzy blue and grey jumpers,

and the child next door

screaming and banging and crying all day

whilst I’m trying to write poetry,

or mother nature, every month

like those garish TV stylists, deciding my underwear’d

look just fabulous with a pop of colour.

The rain throwing a surprise shower

for your washing line,

wilting your trousers like cooked spinach,

the bin lorry

coughing and wheezing noisily along your street

every Wednesday before sunrise,

or the winter dark that

seeps like ink into our mornings and evenings

gradually washing away for luminant spring,

and the milky light of a new day

nuzzling it’s way through the dark,

like snowdrops growing through dirt.

[feralfive]

What a night! “Special guests Feral Five (beamed from heyday Factory Records or another planet) then the headliners smash it.” Thanks @thezine.uk, and @sisterayuk for inviting us to play their EP launch in 2018 📷#TheZine #electropunk #futuresounds #electro #electronica #punk #livemusic #london #camden #thegoodmixer https://www.instagram.com/p/BtguJ0CArMB/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1n5ji5fqa06np

[feralfive]

“Ferocious and daring” - mega thanks to @thezine.uk for the review of ‘Pet Show’, released this Friday! #thezine #petshow #review #electro #punk #beats #tech #newerwave #electronica #ai #robot #newmusic #futuristic https://www.instagram.com/p/Bq7RhZ6ApI5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1andjwxhmwka6

[ufvcascade-blog]

Entirely cognizant of the fact that artists must be paid for their work, we’re offering prizes for the best submissions in nonfiction, fiction, poetry, and visual art. First place for nonfiction and fiction is $200; first place for poetry and visual art is $100. Second place for each category is $50. The Cascade’s “The Zine” is an idea that’s been tossed around for some time now. What it’ll take form as is a tri-annual, semester-end edition of The Cascade’s regular weekly paper, featuring UFV students’ short stories, graphic designs, non-academic essays, literary nonfiction, poetry, photography,  drawings, and paintings.

Find out more about "The Zine" here: http://ufvcascade.ca/on-the-cascades-zine/