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THE TEAM:

Sam Parker (Editor/Talentless Delegator)

Sarah Burton (Sub-Editor/Ideas Machine)

Sophie Ward (Sub-Editor/Extraordinaire)

Anna Coatman (Art Director/Aesthetic Enforcer)

Simon Gibbs (Finance Director/The Money Man)

In association with...

EngSoc - Newcastle University English Society

Welcome to the online launch of Newcastle University's new literary magazine.

Keep an eye out for ALLITERATI around campus and the city now...!

(although, you don't really have to, since the whole dam thing is going to be posted up RIGHT HERE...)

any questions, hate mail or submissions, pass them on to:

[email protected]

(cos it's easter, isn't it, and it's like, the birth of the magazine. it's symbolic. no?)

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Alliterati would like to meet anyone at Newcastle University with the cats-head-sized balls required to submit their original creative writing for publication in and around the campus and the city at large.

Also, we'd like to meet any organizations or companies interested in sponsoring our efforts to promote the talented writers that walk unheard through our campus corridors (in exchange for the ear of that sweet-potata-pie, the student demographic...) ala those fine people stage right.

My Blog

'Pillboxes' by Simon Gibbs

    Pillboxes   Like the withdrawal of a turtle's limbs one empire recoiled at the touch of another. In the darkness he began: I do not propose to say many words tonight in defence o...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:38:00 GMT

'Poetry Fish' by Jessica Griffiths

    The Poetry Fish   Poetry you elude me, Like a slippery wet trout.   My imagination is frozen And you are trapped inside,   I can see your big fish lips Pressed against ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:36:00 GMT

'A Dialogue On Solitude' by Edward Beresford

  A Dialogue on Solitude.   Socialite:  It's company that cleans man's finest parts              Through bright assistance pr...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:31:00 GMT

'HOW I BECAME A MAN' - Sean Philip

      How I Became a Man or A Severe Case of Penile Leprosy   It was a strange morning. I woke up and didn't quite feel right, you know, sometimes when you wake up in a hotel roo...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:28:00 GMT

'Spring Cleaning' by Sophie Curtis

    Spring Cleaning   Above the stairs and out of sight a cluster of spiders evade the light.   Relics of furniture evoke a tomb: a decaying jungle in a forsaken room.   T...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:26:00 GMT

'Scunnered' by Jessica Griffiths

      Scunnered   My best friend said: "you just get wee scunnered[1] days  it doesn't mean you don't love him" I am not so sure I fear I am tired of you There is nothing new in...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:24:00 GMT

'Blue Heat' by Lindsay Jane Murray Stanton

      Blue Heat   We were an unopened gift back then. Gold ribbons and shimmery paper. Shy private smiles lingered on the frosty breath Between our timid lips. Eyes crinkled i...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:19:00 GMT

'The Consolation Prize' by Kara Brown

He cups her cheeks in his palms, her eyes ripe with tears, hands hanging limply, fingers twitching as synapses silently fire, searching for the knowledge that strains to be found.   But as he hol...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 09:59:00 GMT

'Call Girl' by Sophie Curtis

Walking, achy-legged, through sleazy backstreets; sluttish slap beginning to fade; she pauses to inhale the fumy air.   Cars drive past  too fast  spraying her boots with murky urban rain;resen...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 09:57:00 GMT

'Mausoleum' by Will Hunt

My grandfather's library was my grandfather. I can trace his life through the dust on the bookshelves.   Four rooms away, knowledge (in many languages) tumbles from his temples as sure as his...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Mar 2007 09:55:00 GMT