Aliyah Jaulim

Poetry Feature: Until I Drown

Our secrets are stitched into a cushion hidden between dark-red thread the smooth synth of your voice an earworm in my head moons waxing and wailing   the streetlight shadows are my friends outstretching their bony arms to greet me the deep bass of the train rumbling throughout the carriage...
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Posted Sep. 15, 2026

A sober guide to Freshers’ Week

Picture the scene: you wake up somewhere that definitely isn’t your room. You reek of £1.50 Jagerbombs. Your ID is miles away from you, and your phone is probably being sold to someone on the black market. You’re hungover, groggy, and you’ve got your first 9am in the Westwood Lecture...
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Posted Sep. 27, 2025