By Zahrah Surooprajally   The one thing I want to do is forget. All the shit the other guys put me through. You’re different. I love watching the sun set with you. I don’t get bored. Get stuck like glue. The rainy days in – we snuggle and fight. We’re so different, but our souls … More WANT TO FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER WITH YOU

By Benjamin Corry Wright Kootbaully   I take a step from off the deck and in To night; a heady lift of air, to steep The week.   As light subsides, lungs open wide, Exhaustion, engines, fall behind. The grounds will rise at lower tides, Unlatch the filters – serve the night.   My breath … More CIRCULATION

By Sophie Raphael   The lights turn off and my existential crisis begins. I am a lie and a figment of my own imagination, Caught between who I want to be and who I’m settling to become. I chop, re-design and change. Should I be allowed to dream, to believe, to feel? Fear of failure, … More EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

By Dele Oladeji   I fell apart, not to fall ever again. Flickering like a lone star. Voices, I hear. I wove myself out of darkness, My cataract infected eyes twitched. I looked through the window, Murky smell of thick air oozed. This is the East End- When the leaders see our faces They see … More VOICES AFTER THE CITY LIGHTS

By Sophie Bowles   Because I only have friends who do madnesses unto themselves and never go out on Saturday night, only out to the offy, bed & back to hide behind the pillow with the strops and socks while everyone else laughs and dances away, or robbing the bookies, I watch the scenes alone,laughter, … More LOVED BY LONDON AFTER DARK

By Morghan Nunn-Menson It was all cast In colourless tones, And an air Of crossed eyes Weighed down The streets Like a military parade.   The birds I heard, But rarely did I see. So much life, Yet so little.   What united us, It seems, Were our guarded hopes And sacred dreams And the … More LONDON

By Sajidah Iqbal   His soul shrouded in a dismal, dreary darkness, Bereft of as much as, a tiny tinsel of brightness. He is destitute of words and deficient in life, Devoid of any luck and depleted in pride. Blitz, bombs, burns, rifles, tanks, devastation, His life upside down, like some frenzied fiction.   He … More DEADBEAT DARKNESS

By Rachele Salvini My grandfather had a little boat, where we sailed until our salted skin got burnt. His hands were fast, spotless and young as he talked, gripping the ship’s wheel.   He told me about squids and moray eels. We had no canals, but we had Fossi which literally means moats. Trenches. Green, … More FALLING ASLEEP ON THE THAMES

By Zoe Maynard White lights speed past my body. Screeching screams escape from the track, the doors fly open. No hustling and bustling like in rush hour mayhem, the carriage has a scrunched up newspaper to keep me company. Outside the station, the eye watches me as she turns full circle. Without blinking, she watches … More NIGHT VISIONS