The Veil by Manash Bhattacharjee

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...

Evening Light

Evening LightBrave bat in a bowler hat Blood shot eyes question What time does this light Depart?The light descends elsewhere Its shadow rising here The bat changes into an...

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...

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...

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...

Review | Letters To A First Love From The Future by...

Andy Armitage's pamphlet is among a number of new releases from the poetry press Half-Moon Books, which is based in Otley, West Yorkshire, where...

Green by Chris Woods

   My Kodak Brownie didn’t work but I have a picture of the green dress. The film was black and white, my memory is colour.We’d eaten our lunch...

Spotlight II: Dostoyevsky Wannabe

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

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...

Social Contract by Rachel Willems

The politeness, not leaving any butter in the jam, or jam in the butter, or shoes in the hall. Not leaving any residue of who did...

Review | Rough Trade Books | Series 3

The recently-launched Rough Trade Books imprint has been releasing pamphlets at a prolific rate since the summer of last year, bringing us highly collectable...

Partita, 1968 by Hannah Lowe

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

Coming Thunder by James McAskill

When we stole the eggs from the barn that June  you said we held life in our hands. Untrue I said as I carried a near...

Spotlight V: Journals Edition | LE GUN / Hotel

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

That Boy by Robert Nazarene

 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...

Pigeons by Kate Bingham

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...

Two Poems by Sean Borodale

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...

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

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 | 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

Poetry | On His Deafness by Damian Grant

'No-one has ever written a poem “On His Deafness”'; (David Lodge, Deaf Sentence). - - - - - - - - - - - - - -...

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...

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:...

Review | Xeixa: Fourteen Catalan Poets

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...

His Bottom Lip by Rachel Long

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...

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