PERSPIRATION

By: Rob Hakimian   Diversions in the Heath?! It’s bad enough they seize up our streets with their relentless road works, and now their tyrannical time wasting has overflowed into our sacred green spaces! ‘Improvements to the ponds’ – how can you improve a pool of water? And all I wanted was to get up…

INTIMACY

By: Alex Ciobanu   The neighbourhood proved striking. Its historical significance was unknown to me, but I was never one to revel in that. I was simply struck by such sophistication and style in the buildings, a consistency to the architecture, and I found it comforting. Colindale wasn’t the same. I could tell I was…

WAR WORDS

By: Keith Fuchs a.k.a myTh the Poet   Arm The Arsenal If my pen is mightier than the sword Then I shall be a mighty creature in folklore. Serving hoards from moors, Disarming them without chain-metal and gore. *** Chain Reaction I tread in the vacant and remote. I’ll descend through the depths of hell,…

SOMEONE GREAT

By: Zahrah Surooprajally   You know the story. You’re at Winter Wonderland with a great guy, a cool guy. Someone who looks like he belongs with you in pictures. You drink too much mulled wine. The Mousetrap ride spins too much and makes you feel nauseous. You’re cold, you didn’t wear enough layers. Your new…

SILENCE SCREAMS

By: Amanda Fuller   The first thing I learn about London, is that there are many kinds of silence. Where I am from, it is rarely silent. The very moment that it seems that a silence might occur, someone will step in and fill it. Often, more than one someone, all at the same time….

DOWN AND OUT

By: Sophie Bowles    8 a.m. I rise, from unsettling dreams – last night it was the security guard at Morrison’s caressing my thighs in the back of a mauve van, as we headed for Plymouth to escape a Fourth Reich in London. Arms retreating under the mugginess of my duvet, the first thought of…

TOTTENHAM COURT ROAD, 3A.M.

By: Rachele Salvini When Terry saw Nikki, she was alone at the counter. Girls who had the guts to sit by themselves on a Saturday night, in a place that was as fucking crowded as The Monarch, Camden Town, deserved his attention. They knew perfectly well that pretty much everyone would hit on them and…

ONE FOOT IN THE SEAGULL’S SONG AND ONE FOOT IN THE DARK

By: Angus Rogers   A circle sits in a square on a high wall and looks down at the stagnant river. What have I done to deserve this? He wonders. It’s not so hard to keep a fucking plant alive. You pour water on it and open the curtain. Why is there foliage inside the…

WE NEED THE FOREST

By: Jessica Wragg   The tracks of the underground train from the carriage window. Hot breeze of the last act of summer whistling beneath my blouse. Barbed wire like thumbprints and fingers and outstretched palms. No, the jungle is not the same as Streatham Hill, but the birds are just as loud. Jealous of our…

BEING A PERSON

By: Lauren Cadogan-Grealish   I hadn’t known Charlie for long, had first met him just two weeks before, at the opening night of a street art exhibition in Shoreditch. I had written an article for Time Out London about the growing scene in Walthamstow and its surrounding constituencies, and thought it would be nice to meet…

TIME

By: Amanda Hein   Thousands and thousands of books. Hundreds and hundreds of stories. Centuries, decades and years, Cities, maps and streets. Mothers and children, Dates and graves. Names, ink, Time. Time. Ink, screens, Graves and photos. Children and television, Streets, satellites, and google. Years, minutes and ancestry.com. Hundreds and hundreds of timelines. Thousands and…

SIREN

By: Soraya Bouazzoui    She laughed softly into her glass, sipping at the red wine. Don’t laugh too hard, her mother had always taught her. That gives too much away, gives a guy too much confidence. Be coy, make him try harder. Her mother had to teach her when to laugh at appropriate times, when to…

LIGHTS IN THE SKY

Prose + Photo By: Benji CWK   I check out of the Hotel at 5.00 AM, exiting through the automatic doors and onto the streets of London. I am halfway between the accomodation I rented in South West London and my destination ahead – a return to London City Airport. It feels surreal. My old…

THE BLINDEST FLAME

By: Lorenzo Curti   The blindest flame of a gaze slowly ransacks through the grey buildings some children mimic the trembling shadows of the street lamps – switched on right before the sunset – laughing and bringing talismans in their hands the edges of the day bend around the corners of the grey palaces and…

A LOST GLOVE

By: Bistra Nikova   Claire climbed the window sill. Outside in the street, Tom was having his first lesson on how to ride a bike. His father, with a hand supporting the seat, was running alongside the bike while Tom happily pedaled forward. Claire pressed her nose on the window and the view became foggy…

A FEATHER

By Sofie Raphael   I saw a white, angelic feather on the tube seat. I smiled and picked it up. I slept through my alarm, I never do that. For some reason my phone battery died and it just stopped working, much like most of the technology in my possession. Can you image what would…

OUTSIDER

Poem + Photo By: LaAerial in a corner out of sight eyes wide open fear of flight she holds her breath and waits in vain for someone else to know her name all seems lost as time suspends until she hears a voice within act this moment wait no longer what you’ve been through made…

INVASIVE

By Caitlin Auer London’s seductive visage, her angular skyscraper and swaying side street features, began to evolve into an overwhelming toxicity– an entrancing figure that was far too intimidating to ignore. With the winter chill, she revealed a stingingly cold steel gaze framed with crumbling ash, stained brick skin, hissing smoke and gasoline wafting out…

FREE DIVING

By: Gillian Horsley   Marionettes of shadow and light from which a single string hangs; a rope that guides my tactile sight, hunger for adventure pangs. Another world on Earth in blurry tech-ni-colour; my underwater birth, light fades, colour becomes duller. A crux to rely on vision, a species designed with precision; more natural than…

LONDON MARATHON

By: Linda Lloyd   Some journeys take you somewhere else, somewhere new forever. When you launch yourself off that starting block, you have no idea whether it’s a sprint or a marathon, or where you’ll end up. In 1981 I was living in the sub-arctic climate of the unemployed North East of England. In the…