Poetry

Clitoral, like finding a small, hidden part of myself in someone else. Nerve-wet, fleshy - for a white guy, and stained between life-lines with red wine gone black. Only this...

Old man, you surface seldom. / Then you come in with the tide's coming / When seas wash cold, foam- / Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung, / A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves / Crest and trough. Miles long [...]

Derek WalcottA Letter from Brooklyn An old lady writes me in a spidery style, Each character trembling, and I see a veined hand Pellucid as paper, travelling...

Michael O’Neill (1953-2018) was a very gifted poet and a brilliant literary critic, who was Professor of English at the University of Durham, where...

A huge thanks to everyone who entered this year's poetry prize! We had so many high quality entries this year which resulted in a...

Xeixa: Fourteen Catalan Poets Tupelo Press, 2018, edited by Marlon L. Fick and Francisca Esteve The news in recent months has been splashed with images of...

Raymond Antrobus is a poet, educator, curator, editor and investigator of missing sounds, who is a founding member of Chill Pill as well as the Keats...

IIt’s just the same old air a person breathes, roughly the same respiratory system, steady compared with ours, the same idea of hindrance (flesh the breath must...

Weekends, growing up, I'd watch my father as he sat on a low stool in the verandasurrounded by half a dozen pairs of shoes, their laces...

First published in the May 1960 issue of The London Magazine (Volume 7, No. 5).Through purblind night the wiper Reaps a swathe of water

There is nothing in this room for those who have not learned to sing without thinking, who don’t know where the music fits in their bodies, how to...

The clouds have swum down from the sky and rolled onto their backs in the streets, begging for someone to rub their fluffy belliesA day...

After Alison Watt, ‘Venus’ (2015)Their backs against the grass, she felt a pull, as if the leaveson the trees were lodestones, the hairs on her skin...

The London Magazine has long been a champion of emerging writers and independent publishers, stretching back to the 1950s and 60s, when young writers...

This is not throwing plates, how you ask me. Too late for that. This is a whisper dissection. Thisis a beggar’s hand in my mouth. This is...

Can you rinse away this city that lastslike blood on the bitten tongue?~ Agha Shahid Ali Delhi,where parrots liftthe weight of tombs,poets offer daggersto deepen...

Yesterday we spoke to artist and poet Momtaza Mehri, who has recently been announced as Young People’s Laureate for London, who will take over from poet and musician Caleb Femi in the role which was launched by Spread The Word Last Year.

Briony WillisWITCH WITCH, by Rebecca Tamás, Penned in the Margins, pp. 119, £9.99. (paperback) In her latest collection, WITCH, Rebecca Tamás explores the triumphs and oppression, the...

We look up, & beyond the maple trees & the brick steeples with weathervane roosters, clouds billow as sleeping monsters. Not the sort of billowingthat clouds...

Layla Benitez-JamesTrapeze A rabbit might be taken away from a butcher by two different people and prepared separately; I mean, the structural integrity of my...

Over a cup of Marco Polo And a bowl of bird's nest soup, Listening to the world as a whole Through the particular, I laugh Into the telephone...

Response to Finding a Fossil at Writhlington Coal Batches:A Fossil (a Fern) on Writhlington Batches Re-Take (Pt.II)Time not as we know it but another time...

 He was patient as a dead bird. He perched on the ledge of bottom and rocked.  He was the missed flight. He was silence calmed down. He loved...

(R.I.P. Derek Walcott: January 23, 1930 – March 17, 2017)Deep seas of yesteryears wash new froth on your home shores. Egrets, sea gulls, circle the...