WANT TO FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER WITH YOU

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 … Continue reading WANT TO FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER WITH YOU

CIRCULATION

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 … Continue reading CIRCULATION

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

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, … Continue reading EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

VOICES AFTER THE CITY LIGHTS

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 … Continue reading VOICES AFTER THE CITY LIGHTS

LOVED BY LONDON AFTER DARK

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, … Continue reading LOVED BY LONDON AFTER DARK

LONDON

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 … Continue reading LONDON

DEADBEAT DARKNESS

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 … Continue reading DEADBEAT DARKNESS

12 SAUNCEY WOOD

By Amanda Hein It was after 4 am, I can remember that. Herded; the change of music to a slow hum, like a pied piper sending the sheep out of the club at 3, flocking to the nearest kebab. Bah. Greasy burgers sopped in mayonnaise, chips drenched in ketchup, the overpriced taxi ride. Yes, it … Continue reading 12 SAUNCEY WOOD

FALLING ASLEEP ON THE THAMES

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, … Continue reading FALLING ASLEEP ON THE THAMES

NIGHT VISIONS

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 … Continue reading NIGHT VISIONS

IGNORED NO MORE

By Keith Fuchs The apocalypse is upon us! Thankfully it was a nightmare Awake next morning to know the world is still right there. That problem you faced, well that was yesterday There is no promise of tomorrow, So be another gift, to overthrow the sorrow To capture ecstasy in the narrowest window. For now … Continue reading IGNORED NO MORE

PURPLE

By Kristiana Smilovska it’s a dark and gloomy night but it defies all expectations   it changes you completely irreversibly you feel engulfed lost and a little bit purple   no longer is the tube a mere train that gets you places but a golden carriage taking you where chaos and music meet a place … Continue reading PURPLE

AFTER DARK IN THE CITY

By Rosalind Raphael After darkness falls, a quiet calm descends: There’s no one walking on the pavement or around the bends; Busy workers leave their desks, shouting their goodbyes, And disappear down stairwells to the labyrinthine Underground tunnels where they all disperse On trains that take them homeward bound, to the suburbs. The wide roads … Continue reading AFTER DARK IN THE CITY

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