Untitled; Marcuse, in Eros and Civilization; Mashed Potatoes

Untitled I step out into the dusk, clutching a cup of cold steeped tea in one hand, a black zip up hoodie in the other. I settle on cement steps, startled by their persistent heat collected from the cloudless day in late July. They warm my butt through holy jeans. I am stoop-sitting, waiting for … More Untitled; Marcuse, in Eros and Civilization; Mashed Potatoes

Alien by mud howard

The first time I found Arches was two years ago. I was excited about London back then. I fantasized about the sticky web of public transportation. I dreamed of the long journeys spent reading science fiction novels, scribbling love letters, people watching with ferocity. The unexpected intimacy that comes from smushing yourself up against a … More Alien by mud howard

Called Me Trouble by Juan Rios

                                 Mistake is my last name.                                  Called me trouble.                                  A prophet without church.                                  A terrorist in the house of God.                                  A mistake shaped by nature.                                  Love revolution,                                  evolution without love.                                  Love me … More Called Me Trouble by Juan Rios

Transgender by Karim Harvey

                                 Pronouns exist to describe me                                  But I am embodied in the endocrine                                  rhythms of the river                                    Inclusive in every hand that reaches                                  out to the beat of the march                                  I cannot be explained away as only … More Transgender by Karim Harvey

Truths of Tragedy

by Kri Dennett The Tyburn Tree in Marble Arch marks the spot where witches dropped. Women hexed by desperate men who hunted them for games and pence. In 1621, Winchmore Hill, an offering was found; Elizabeth Sawyer, said to be possessed by Tom the demonic hound. She refuted the claims and stood her ground. A … More Truths of Tragedy

Etant SDF

by Hamour Baika The first time I accidentally came to look at the world’s most famous clock, it took away my breath. Not because I was awe struck. Rather, I found it hard to breathe as I tried to swallow my sobs. I was tired. And hungry. And cold. I’d come to London to go … More Etant SDF

Hollow People

by Ali Mulaga            So I’m standing on this bus crouched next to the door, anonymous in a sea of commuters. My headphones are on at full blast so as to annoy the poor sardines next to me (kidding– I just like my bass loud). It’s so typical, the buses are full, the trains are … More Hollow People


by Namya Naresh When people say the world works in mysterious ways, my inner voice laughs out loud. Yes, it very literally laughs in my head vibrating throughout my body. Because I do not believe that is true. At least I didn’t. I’d say it took me on a journey. But that just sounds stupid … More Consolation

The Commuter

by Harriet Weston The platform was cold and empty, just as I liked it. No distractions. No delays. With my feet planted firmly, I waited.            3, 2, 1…            Soft rumblings forewarned the tube’s arrival. The doors opened to a partially filled carriage, the commuters segregated within their own pods, and a metallic voice … More The Commuter

Joe the Barber

by Naseema Khanom Wash Friday, 9 o’clock, Jummah, Mile End Station. In pendulum style, Imran crosses the dotted borders of Mile End to West Ham on the regular to get to his shop. The morning sea of serious faces wash over him, as he skids across the tiled floor in a rush to get to … More Joe the Barber

The Knoll

by Emily Rath She wears a cape of winter grey draped over her shoulders bare they call her Prim bow to dance her suitors unaware, of victims past and lovers gone regarding false identity, mounting her in cold dominion riding her absentmindedly. A path is laid with daffodils heads heavy from winter rain, would you … More The Knoll

Travel Joy

by John Philip Gethring                                  The camera shivers through                                  a quiet touch of eye contact                                  shuttering a fracture of time’s square-ness.                                  In it, friends dress                                  tastefully gross                                  formed to styles … More Travel Joy

Nice Day for a Picnic

by Wayne Goodman “Nice day for a picnic.” I looked up into the face of a middle-aged gentleman with noticeable sags under his steely-blue eyes made more obvious as he had bent at the waist. That toothy grin seemed amicable enough, but those mutton chops had significant amounts of grey and much of the hair … More Nice Day for a Picnic

The Biscuit Tin

by Rachel Fallon                                  As the sirens wailed                                  And the bombs fell across the capital                                  They hastily gouged out the precious gemstones                                  And hid them deep beneath Windsor Castle                                  Returned to their refuge within the soil of the earth                      … More The Biscuit Tin

Arlington House

by Bob Boyton Arlington House, Camden Town 1982 – You’d have been hard put to it to see the place and think it could ever be golden although Madness got one of their best songs out of it – ‘One Better day.’ Built in 1905 Arlington was the last of Lord Rowton’s Rowton Houses, offering … More Arlington House


by Namya Naresh Gravitation and gratification, ruled their bodies like pendulums they swung, back and forth The lines of the city were masters of their souls. The lines of the city were the creators of their homes. Redundancy, hypocrisy, autonomy ‘What’s mine is yours, Honey!’ They lied to one another. ‘Life is good,’ they lied … More Snowflake

Freedom Train

by Bob Boyton 1 The hostel want more ID off me than old bill need to put you away for three years but I tell ‘em I’ll be a good boy and get loved up with my key worker in the morning so they book me into a double. After that they keep me hanging … More Freedom Train

The Starring Role

By Kristian Dennet Sophia watched the audience as the curtain slowly fell. Like a shop awkwardly closing its shutters for the night. The faces in the audience only looked in one direction; all eyes on Rene, the venerated star of the show. As Sophia wondered why that couldn’t be her, a hand grabbed out and … More The Starring Role

Family Tree

by Naseema Khanom I spy on the neighbour’s garden an apple tree, six foot three with perfect ripe reds and greens growing towards the heavens. Every spring without fail doctors, lawyers and pharmacists blossom on every stem.   It is a mighty sight to behold roots so strong, resilient the rich soil, bountiful. The good … More Family Tree