Lost in London by Georgie Hart
December 17, 2015
‘The city is a storm of life that bubbles and roils/and I have been cast adrift.’ … More Lost in London by Georgie Hart
Category: Poetry
A Hundred Tastes of Me by Jhilmil Breckenridge
December 17, 2015
‘I am the flutter of a butterfly against the white honeysuckle so sweet.’ … More A Hundred Tastes of Me by Jhilmil Breckenridge
Silly in Spitalfields by Amanda Fuller
December 17, 2015
‘Lissome youths in skinny black jeans loiter by stalls,
/ Selling things that no-one needs.’ … More Silly in Spitalfields by Amanda Fuller
Visible by M.E. Rolle
December 17, 2015
‘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.’ … More Visible by M.E. Rolle
Flight of Falling by Gunter Silva
March 27, 2015
‘Arriving at Leadenhall, while the flashes of fire rush flickering above my head, I think that London is a damn Peruvian piñata on the point of pulverising itself.’ … More Flight of Falling by Gunter Silva
Opiated by M.E Rolle
March 27, 2015
‘He had said that city life could break you down if you weren’t up for it.
The crushing hordes of people,
all of them in a hurry,
all of them bracing against you.’ … More Opiated by M.E Rolle
Broken in the City by Jhilmil Breckenridge
March 27, 2015
‘The city lives in us
Selfish whorish lustful
Amazing beautiful new
And we spin stumble and move’ … More Broken in the City by Jhilmil Breckenridge
These are the places I remember you by Marie Lefeuvre
December 11, 2014
‘It was snowing in London, and I was eating my dinner in a coat.
You told me it was snowing in Paris too,
And I looked up at the flakes falling from the sky.
My fingers were red and shaking.’ … More These are the places I remember you by Marie Lefeuvre
GUILT / TO A MOTH by Stephanie Kocsis
December 11, 2014
‘You, who navigates a straight line,
by moonlight are trapped in my electric cloche.’ … More GUILT / TO A MOTH by Stephanie Kocsis
A City by Reed Smith
December 11, 2014
‘They had the freedom to walk
In the weak sun and take in the evening breeze
Nothing moved them so much as the cold winds
Bleaching the slag-gray bay some mornings’ … More A City by Reed Smith
The City by Anastasia Polkanova
December 11, 2014
‘I will escape from here. Twenty minutes left. Twenty minutes hold me from the abiding, nearly habitual rush. Not much…and at the same time an infernally long patch.’ … More The City by Anastasia Polkanova
South & Plunderer by Charlie Hawksfield
March 7, 2014
‘through the first urban gloamings of the day, light shows
the lollipop lamps and crimson morning and the grey skin of night peeling back
and back and back to show the yawning city with its dreams and its dirt.’ … More South & Plunderer by Charlie Hawksfield
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