Last Heron by Stella Davis

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Last Heron As the last heron goes, rooks fall from the sky like old black rags to carpet the new-laid field. ____________________Six days now, six days and nights without rain...

For Calcutta by Manash Bhattacharjee

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As I leave for Calcutta I think the city Always that other city Its river Ganga Always my other river Howrah Bridge What a colonial cradle A Raj suspended Kipling's imperial joy Hoogly...

Poetry | Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath

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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 [...]

What Follows by Theophilus Kwek

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

We Wait for Poets by Manash Bhattacharjee

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prophets have retired so do not wait for yours to come to you ~ Ashraf Fayadh (translated by Mona Kareem) In our country, a prince, Dara Shikoh, had...

Interview | Raymond Antrobus

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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...

Real Life by Suzannah Evans

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The producers decided things were getting slow so I caught you with Arabella at the charity regatta, delivered a flute of strawberry champagne to your blazer, a...

Different Faces by Manash Bhattacharjee

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"I wonder sometimes where people store all their different faces." ~ Trina Nileena Banerjee The face he wears every morning Reminds him of his mother Combing his hair...

Poetry | Poem by Kyriakos Frangoulis

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The moon is a sealed coffin A boast The moon of poets The moon of dogs The moon of ovaries The moon of astronauts The invisible moon Knived Sick Yellow Waning Moon-wreath of everyday Moon of...

Partita, 1968 by Hannah Lowe

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Partita, 1968 When the tabla and double bass are really moving the raga in full swing I think of when I used to run for hours, for...

That Boy by Robert Nazarene

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  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...

Snowbound by Michael O’Neill

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Snowbound Carriages lit and still between the drifts ... With each flake it took on a new form, the city they seemed exiled from --- almost a sad,...

The Veil by Manash Bhattacharjee

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She walks past the wave Of curious glances An apparition eluding Light and desire Everything she hides from Trembles in her body She remembers the lures In every street But no street...

Poetry | Atlantic Palimpsest by Kerri ní Dochartaigh

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

The London Magazine Poetry Prize 2018 – Winners Announced!

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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...

I Don’t Live in a Mountainous Country by Talin Tahajian

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

Poetry | Coot by Iain Twiddy

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Iain Twiddy Coot 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...

News | Waltham Forest Borough of Culture 2019 — The People’s...

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The People's Forest — a literary strand to Waltham Forest's programme as the first ever London Borough of Culture this year — has recently...

Poetry | Woman by Manash Bhattacharjee

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Woman “It’s easy, impossible, hard, worth trying.” ~ Wislawa Szymborska, “Portrait of a Woman” (1976) She is intimately attached To night and day. Only...

They Would Have All That by Mary Jean Chan

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To sing the evening home, the lover prepares a pot of lentil stew – her phone lighting up to the news of love’s imminent arrival, imagining her lover’s...

Five Years Ago by Manash Bhattacharjee

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                        To Fady Joudah I was waiting at the platform For a train to Calcutta In...

Spotlight V: Journals Edition | LE GUN / Hotel

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

Madness by Patrick Cash

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There’s a stream by the Avon ward Where I stand to watch the water flow And unwind the whirlpools of my mind When it’s dark I let...

Through it by Ila Colley

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

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