Lost in London by Georgie Hart

'The city is a storm of life that bubbles and roils/and I have been cast adrift.'

A Hundred Tastes of Me by Jhilmil Breckenridge

'I am the flutter of a butterfly against the white honeysuckle so sweet.'

Silly in Spitalfields by Amanda Fuller

'Lissome youths in skinny black jeans loiter by stalls, / Selling things that no-one needs.'

Visible by M.E. Rolle

'In Green Park, a boy kicks at a pigeon that has no toes on one foot / ‘Fucking garbage,’ he says, aping the voice of his father.'

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