He didn’t know why he was there. It was stupid, coming to the beach by himself to do absolutely nothing. He hadn’t come here to swim or to shop, to sunbathe or to eat, but just to sit here and do nothing. Observe, maybe? He didn’t know. He had just come. But he’d had to…

A poem on starting university

A poem on leaving the nest

Poetry and Artwork by Akala Newman

Exploring space and place inside the hospital

The co-worker from outer space

A party trick with a twist

Objects hold memories

When the world finally shrivels into a crispy ball of coal dust and off-white coral, which overqualified students will survive?

Like a game of Yu-Gi-Oh, no one can predict the future