In the time it took to see your bikini snap in a canoe
I could have read both Descartes and Camus
In the time it took to edit my tweet
I could have seen the crazy woman feed pigeons in the street
Year by year, each day fell
But I’m concerned with ‘Valencia’ or ‘Inkwell’
Remember:
Soon the filters will fade away
That time I realised there were five hundred followers
and nothing to say
Reflecting on recent far-right protests against immigration, Ibrahim writes about his family’s journey to Britain and the odds they have had to overcome.
In this poem, Zara explores alienation, from self and others, in a city like London.
In this intimate piece, Erica reflects on her connection to the ocean and what it means to find your way back home.
Two men connect on the doorstep of a dingy cafe. Over a shared cigarette, they learn about the loves and losses which shaped their respective lives.
Suchita interviews Dr Julia Costet on the meaning of rape and how to challenge the fear of speaking about sexual violence
