Khalik Allah: Harlem Street Photographer
Khalik Allah is a NYC based photographer and filmmaker. His latest film ‘Field Niggas’ is a gritty portrayal of street life in East Harlem.
Mind the Gap
I’ve heard it said there’s no getting away from the fact that my wheelchair does make me more eye-catching, especially to those who’ve had a bit too much to drink.
Clown Chronicles: Part Three
The third part of the Clown Chronicles, a short story by Leah Mueller set in 1980s Chicago.
Anonymous Hotel Work
Today I am at a famous London hotel. All complete bollocks as I stare into the abyss of the staff changing room, with the smell of BO and shoe polish all too prevalent.
Clown Chronicles: Part two
Second part of the short story ‘Clown Chronicles’ by Leah Mueller. A young lady recalls her first day as a clown in 80s America.
A girl with tutus and point shoes
Sometimes I wish I had a normal childhood. One where there is time to play with other kids. When I was born my mum exclaimed joyfully: ‘She is going to be a ballet dancer’.
Clown Chronicles: Part One
It was an afternoon of dejection following a long period of abject poverty that led to my decision to become a clown.
Drunk: Faecal Adventures on Public Transport
Laurence’s drunk adventures on London public transport turns messy as he and his underpants are left in a compromising predicament.
Dole Life Part One: What you have to do for £50 a week
British life on the dole. What you have to do for £50 a week in Britain.
Ginger Syrians
Ginger Syrians, or ‘Gyrians’ as we know them are not just a curiosity in Aleppo, but a phenomenon. Michael Stark writes about drinking culture in Syria.
Using Public Transport in a Wheelchair
Alex Taylor discusses his experiences using london public transport as a wheelchair user
Take the Express Train
Take the express train. Gary’s eyes pinpointed the alarm clock, it was after 11am. His entire body felt swollen and heavy. What was the use?
Unemployment for dummies
Unemployment for dummies, the day adulthood becomes a reality. Short story by Aj Binash.
Does anyone else remember being born?
Does anyone else remember being born? Perhaps one’s birth is so traumatic that we wilfully erase it from memory. If only I had been so blessed.
Soup Kitchen: Poems from the Shop Floor
Soup Kitchen is a monthly showcase of different artistic genres. Enjoy this month’s feature on some of the finest modern poetry.
The bad neighbour Trevor
Unemployment and the consequences of action with the neighbour Trevor.
