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Next Stop, Piccadilly Circus by Tanya Nur

“Next stop, Piccadilly Circus” on an underground train. I stare at my reflection – Dark glass. Windows looking out at nothing but darkness.   My mind forever amazed by the genius of mankind, humbled by every invention and discovery. Glass.   Who invented it? Discovered it? Google, Siri, no network connection. Staring into the darkness,…

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Whitley Bay by Tanya Nur

In Whitley Bay, gazing out to sea. The sky so many shades of blue, grey, orange and red.   St Mary’s Lighthouse standing white and tall. The gentle sea breeze carrying the pungent smell of sea weed left behind   once the tide had gone out. I walk across the rocks careful not to slip…

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I had a Lover by Tanya Nur

I had a lover who cherished my bare footprint on his windshield for months, and still remembers it three decades later. Another tells me he often thinks of the mad crazy girl he went hiking with up Dunstable Downs. He was too winded to do anything once we reached the top except lie back and enjoy…

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Number 6 by Claudia Delicato

Plums in my cheeks, feathers in my mouth Sweet the first, it melts underneath Overwhelming the second, it makes me nonsensical. The squared edge of your neck, where my breath craves to pose Your bulk straight legs, that my breath craves to follow I can look at them, as forever is a moment. Stay here, don’t…

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‘You’, by Liliana Pavier

I dream in blue when I’m with you; I think I’m going insane. I find you in every universe. Sometimes you swallow knives and I’m the blade. Sometimes you’re a painter and I’m the paint; I’m on your canvas and in your hair. When I’m not with you it feels like I’m at sitting at…

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‘Foxes in the Playground’, by Ella Kennett

              Does my silence offend you? We do not whisper your secrets into others ears for we are oblivious of closed doors and shot-glass bottoms. We do not lie because we do not know you. Must you infiltrate the peace with threats of words that brand us? You think…

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‘Insomnia’, by Claire Pilcher

  Editor’s note: Claire Pilcher attended The Student Wordsmith Awards in April 2016 as the guest of her daughter, Eleanor, who was shortlisted for (and won!) an award at the event. Claire wrote to us shortly after the awards to say that hearing about the amazing work of our writers and poets had inspired her…

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‘A Retelling of an Unfortunate Event’, by Megan McManus

The water of the firth glitters; glinting, clean. Messenger of joy and mirth, Yet tyrant, cruel. An ideal place to fish for a young boy and his friend. They are seven years old – grinning wide, their rods well-tended. But, what’s that? Some money has dropped into the froth: “Fear not lads, I’ll be two…

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‘My Father’, by Anwara Tarafdar

He smells of something metal. Something like Engine oil, but not petrol. His face is bristly And his nose against my nose is cold. When we go out He holds my hand. In the aisles I run ahead and skip back with Snap, Crackle and Pop. He pulls a face when he sees my choice….

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‘The Unseen Killer’, by Anwara Tarafdar

  The unseen killer grooms and croons and whispers in the dark. But when first light is revealed through the curtains it scurries away to hide. It is a heavy monkey on my back, arms tightly around my neck. Choking me.  Its legs are around my diaphragm, heels digging in. I hear the unseen killer…

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