Many of us are unsure, unsatisfied and a little scared of our current lifestyles. But the biggest question that looms over us all: what should I wear?!
All in Creative Space
Growth in Lockdown
Those places I would rather go and the things I would rather see are closed off, they have been muted and put away, and the quiet, understated satisfaction enclosed within a brown plastic pot is suddenly all that’s left. The potential in a seed, and the satisfaction of its growth is more absorbing than I thought – it is really beautiful.
Build your own ecological period product
A fun isolation game for all the family!
For You
How does grief play out? A Harpy guest contributor writes about a recent personal experience losing a friend.
Sense and Sensitivity
I am thin-skinned, hysterical, irrational. "Stop being so sensitive," they lecture, forgetting that it's in my nature, that it's as much a part of me as my eyes are green. I’m easily affected. It’s both an inconvenience and a blessing having a heightened sensitivity to the world.
Poem: Taken to Church
Written by Justina Carmen Aina, ‘Taken to Church’ is a poetic retelling of a spiritual revelation happening in an unexpected space.
The End of a Friend: a Poem
As we muddle through adulthood, we uproot for new cities, new jobs and ambitions. Inevitably our relationships change, but while some fade out quietly, leaving others to flourish in their place, there are still those which leave an ache of absence.
Jonathan Van Ness Genders Things
Megan Piontkowski, one of Harpy's favourite illustrators, is here for something pretty specific about Jonathan...
There should be a medical term for injuries sustained by men who do that exaggerated craning of the neck when anyone vaguely female is walking past him. Surely there’s some sort of long-term physical risk to this move?
Office politics are one of the more soul-destroying aspects of adulthood, aren’t they? One particularly irritating branch of this is food politics. The chat about food at work is truly dire.
It’s been an age since I’ve had a chance to write anything because I decided to go on a kind of tech-detox over Christmas. I hadn’t planned to, but I was scrolling past YET another Christmas tree Instagram photo (can we just establish that these photos are never good?) when I flung down my phone with a sigh of ennui.
Whoe’er invented lebkuchen is the true hero of Christmas! It’s the only thing between me and cheesy chips.
It’s officially mid-to-late December, by which I mean 'tis the season of consumer capitalist joy, by which I mean CHRISTMAS IS COMING. It’s especially catchy in caps, I must say.