Home:

Home:

Home changes.
Some things are static;
my all-consuming bed,
my record player,
the train from Hillfoot.

Some things move around;
my stacks of books,
my battered shoes,
my body.

But home can be new.
Home can be the Pacific ocean,
endless humidity and the
mountains, tall and pale,
framing my life for seven months.
Home can be being underage again,
a city that never sleeps.

Home can be my love,
soothing, warm, elevating.
Home can show me parts of myself
I am often too frightened to show.

Home can be me.
Home is me.

Anna Cowan

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Sensual:

Sensual:

In quarantine, I have masturbated.
A lot.
Despite being a pretty sexual person,
this is something I typically never do.
It has taken a global pandemic to pleasure myself.
Who’d have thought?

I light a candle and get a good playlist on.
Then, I’m good to go.
You know the rest.

It is fun, and it is relief.
But it is not sensual.

I miss touch.
I miss sweat, gasping,
clinging on for dear life.
I miss communication, being told
that feels good, yeah, that’s
so good.

No amount of plastic vibration can make up for a lack of human intimacy.
Until then,
‘Jessica Rabbit’ will have to do.

Anna Cowan

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What ‘Normal People’ reveals about mental health

Normal People is a book I read around a year and a half ago, whilst at home from university for Christmas. It left me feeling haunted due to its sense of such familiarity – leaving your hometown for a new city, to a university with elitist tendencies, only to face a life you could never had imagined had you decided to stay at home…

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Anxiety and Activism

I have sat here for what feels like hours attempting to know how to start this piece, and this in itself sums up what I like to call ‘activism anxiety’….

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Anna Cowan, Girls Against

I first met Anna at a training day for Sexpression, a club which trains volunteers to teach sexual education to teenagers at local secondary schools. When I introduced myself to…

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