Cities & Urban Life

seven hills beckon
the sun to a dance. two steps
forward, another to the left. kongas powder

their …

By Damilola Omotoyinbo

"A car" "awash with blood" "Blood at our feet" "& I
& others" "have small springs" "of blood from our…

Morning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my…

Mike Sonksen on the Los Angeles fires and what it means to love a city in danger.

All the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to…

Caleb Femi on parties, golden pavements, and the downside of self-awareness. 

In the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen
years ago now, the L train came clanking by
where …

By Nick Makoha

It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …

Why do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your…

i am new york city
here is my brain of hot sauce
my tobacco teeth my
     mattress of  bedbug tongue
legs…

The city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat

On roofs and terraces, …

And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the…

I had taken him to his mother
and was returning along the D8.
In the breakdown lane several cars, and …

& Memphis is out in Full Fang!
Skeletons skip down our pitted streets.
Whole families with matching hobo stipple
roam tragicomically through the sprawling
candy deserts: polka-dot bandanas
on sticks, flapping Chaplinesque shoes.

Unclaimed pumpkins pile high
behind razor wire. The air's thick
with caw & trouble. Our...