The Bonniest Companie by Kathleen Jamie
Walking and climbing in a landscape of clifftops, glens, summits and strands, the speaker in Kathleen Jamie’s subtle and assured…
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…
Physical by Andrew McMillan
Physical by Andrew McMillan Andrew McMillan’s debut collection Physical opens with an epitaph taken from one of the often overlooked…
Ritual Landscapes by Francis Pryor
Many academic phrases, like much academic writing, are too awkward, verbose and cumbersome to find their way into common usage.…
Archive | The Rain Horse by Ted Hughes
As the young man came over the hill the first thin blowing of rain met him. He turned his coat-collar up and stood on top of the shelving rabbit-riddled hedgebank, looking down into the valley. He had come too far. What had set out as a walk along pleasantly-remembered tarmac lanes had turned dreamily by gate and path and hedge-gap into a cross-ploughland trek, his shoes ruined, the dark mud of the lower fields inching up the trouser legs of his grey suit where they […]
The Rat by Hannah Lowe
The landlady watches herself in the living room mirror, phone held to her ear. In the blurred morning light her…
Real Life by Suzannah Evans
The producers decided things were getting slow so I caught you with Arabella at the charity regatta, delivered a flute…
Next Boat from Douala by William Boyd
From The London Magazine Stories 11, 1979 Then the brothel was raided. Christ, he’d only gone down to Spinoza’s to confront Patience…
His Bottom Lip by Rachel Long
His Bottom Lip Clitoral, like finding a small, hidden part of myself in someone else. Nerve-wet, fleshy – for a…
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara Lauded as a subversive masterpiece, pegged as a favourite to win The Man Booker…
Towpath by Neil Burns
I The Lagan – a muddy silt river – Barrel of roll-tide, ribs of clean branches Poke up water jutting.…
We Don’t Know What We’re Doing
Editor of The Stinging Fly, one of Ireland’s top literary magazines, Thomas Morris is no stranger to reading and writing short fiction.…
Happiness by Jack Underwood
Happiness by Jack Underwood ‘Sometimes your sadness is a yacht’ is the title of the fourth poem in Jack Underwood’s…
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
Short Story Competition: A word from the Judges
With just a couple weeks left till the end of our annual Short Story Competition we spoke to the Judges to find out exactly…
Poetry | Full Fathom Five by Sylvia Plath
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 […]
The Lobster
The Lobster If you were to be turned into an animal what animal would you choose? This question remains at…
Short Story Competition: A word from the Judges
With just a few weeks left till the end of our annual Short Story Competition we spoke to the Judges to find out…
Short Story Competition: A word from the Judges
With just a few weeks left till the end of our annual Short Story Competition we spoke to the Judges to find out…
“We live in the age of the beautiful book” – interview with Chris Riddell
Writer, illustrator and current Children’s Laureate Chris Riddell is becoming an increasingly familiar name to stumble upon in the literary…
Partita, 1968 by Hannah Lowe
Partita, 1968 When the tabla and double bass are really moving the raga in full swing I think of when…
The Lighthouse by Michael Shann
The Lighthouse Markhouse Road So far from the wine-dark sea, a displaced monument to faith and absurdity at the turn…
Interview with Selina Nwulu – Young Poet Laureate for London
Yesterday, Selina Nwulu was chosen from 6 young poets to be the new Young Poet Laureate for London. Supported by Foundation…
This Dark Art by Neil Burns
This Dark Art If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow, and which…
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