Poetry | The Air Has Cleared by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

The air has cleared today,Over the city, and in my head,I see the trees breatheThe invisible greenness of air,I feel the taste of sunlightOn...

The Year of the Pin-Up Calendar by Imogen Cassels

Excerpts from a previously unpublished sequence of poems named The Year of the Pin-Up Calendar.Februarythere is a white pigeon opened like a book on the...

Poetry | Trapeze by Layla Benitez-James

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...

What Follows by Theophilus Kwek

What FollowsDeer cull, Wytham 7th February 2015A moment’s pause before a fist of swallows spooks the sky above the nearest trees. Something shakes the fence-bound rows, bursts through...

Counting by Ralf Webb

April doesn't rain. We have spent days watching the truant magpies comb our cat-eyed neighbour’s lawn for bottle caps and burnt-out tin foil. The cloying sun has not coaxed...

Home from Greece by Robert Selby

Above whitewashed, tabby-haunted Kamari, I wearied of the incessant inversions in Pope’s Homer, and left my self-improvement’s cooling terrace to the night, now drawing in here too, across...

Difficult Cup by Isabel Galleymore

after Wu Hao’s Duke CupsThe china cup is frilled at the rim like tired lace and all over it ceramic tentacles extend to whisper if you drink...

The London Magazine Podcast | Episode 4 | A Discovery of...

We were recently contacted by Reverend Christian Mitchell of the church of Heathfield in rural Sussex, who had made a remarkable discovery. In one...

Interview | Ben Aleshire

Ben Aleshire makes his living as a travelling poet, writing poems on his typewriter for whatever his readers can spare as a donation, a...

Poetry | A Series of Ekphrastic Poems on Eileen Agar’s Marine...

Suzannah V. Evans is a poet, editor, and critic. The following series of poems was inspired by a visit to the exhibition Virginia Woolf:...

Poetry | Hidden Time by Alan Zhukovski

They live inside the warmth of typing fingers, inside the ghostly glass of hidden years you wanted to implant inside this week. The doors and windows to...

Lifesaving by Wes Lee

LifesavingThey don’t do it anymore, breathe into the mouth to save.We had learnt it reluctantly, lined up beside a recumbent dummy,waiting to take our turn to...

Review | The Neighbourhood by Hannah Lowe

Hannah Lowe’s fourth chapbook, The Neighbourhood, begins with a winding dotted line that travels from the first to the second page. The image continues...

Poetry | Coot by Iain Twiddy

Iain TwiddyCoot It didn’t need to be a big ripple nudging its reed-nest for the overstep to plop into the up-plump of the breast,and the coot to...

Poetry | Waking Under the Walnut Street Bridge by Mara Adamitz...

        let me persist but not divide        let me sitquietly with        the tiniest    ...

Poetry | Under the Loquat by Peter Anderson

He had that majority under the loquat, rain falling like a god in gold, the breakthrough sun, and the spin on things, tar growing a fur. Loitered...

Eros and Asbo by Miles Burrows

As a man under a restraining order Still follows his ex about from day to day I stalk your shadow as if you could show up In...

This Dark Art by Neil Burns

This Dark ArtIf you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which will not. Speak. - Macbeth, Act 1...

The First Time They Lowered The Flags by Peter Ainsworth

The first time they lowered the flags The President bowed his head.The next time they placed flowers To mourn the dead.The time after that they held A...

Four Watercolours by Sudeep Sen

The London Magazine has been celebrating the life of our former editor, Alan Ross. An important figure in the literary world, Alan was known...

Poetry | The Line by Fiona Sampson

White trunks divide the dark beside the line and in the dusk trees pausesince if they do not move they cannot see themselves or know this moment has...

Poetry | Translated Love Letters by Andrew McMillan

from Norwegian / oh love, doesn't the fact that the world is so big, / laid out like ripe fruit / make you want to stay? / from Arabic / how I long to cleanse you / in the waters of the Tigris / how I long, as though you were a small and / priceless artefact, / to take you in my arms / from Ant-speak / I will carry you carry you / through legions of grass / protect you from the thumb, / the sole; the eager-feathered bird / will not swoop for you / from American / love is just love, and I'm in it / for the ride, o.k.? that tells me just exactly

Men by Belinda Rule

I only like imaginary men, the ones who think my art is the most transporting thing they have ever seen, and I am exactly as hilarious as I actually, actually am.Even then,...

Poetry | Atlantic Palimpsest by Kerri ní Dochartaigh

-for Heaney and the Peace BridgeGrey and greying sky reflected in choppy body, as our matching heron performs his balancing act for all to see.The Donegal hills,...

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