January 2021 issue

by Sean Chou. A cold winter’s day like this reminds me of another many years ago. It feels distant, but I live with it in the present...

By Zoya Zia I remember being 10 and out of place. A small brown girl in a small Texas town. Not that it kept me from seeking the world...

By Lily Shield-Polyzoides Intimacy is an emotion, not a physical act or specific phrase. Intimacy for me, is achieving an intangible,...

Interview with Roni, a Black student activist at LSE. 2020 will be remembered as the year that dramatically changed our ways of...

by Luke Gregorio ‘Sweetie, come on, there’s nothing going on here, she’s nobody!’ I caught her legs flicker out of the room. She moved so...

‘Follow that red car.’ ‘Alright mister.’ The cab driver chewed on his words slowly. Then quickly followed, ’actually, I dunno mister,...

In the sprawl of Soho, hidden amid the din of drunken chatter, I asked where to find Dreamland. The bouncer at The Fiery Furnace looked...

Dreams, ripe and rich, have carried me inside Entropy strikes when lone souls fly askew. Lor, twelve moons career fast, but still I hide...

"Home isn't just a place" "The Past Few Months"

By Sean Chou It was early afternoon and I spent it with Mother, walking in the garden with her with one arm wrapped in hers. We moved in...

By Francesca Di Fazio Enter the SELF and the OTHER. Both are human-like figures, although their long black robes hide any physical...

By Anonymous Staccato and senseless, thoughts pumped through her mind, pulsing against each other and vying for a bubble of space into...

By Quido Haskovec Quido Haskovec is a student at LSE and staff writer at the Clare Market Review.

By Audrey Berder Audrey Berder is a third-year student in Politics and International Relations at LSE. "I love all forms of art; music,...

By Zofia Wilk Zofia Wilk is a 3rd year anthro student who does calisthenics and runs a podcast in her spare time.

My phone rings for the fifth time in five consecutive minutes it’s my dad again; “when will you be back home tonight? It's 10pm already”...

By Kimberley Chia last night i had a dream that all of our noses turned into fishing rods. hook, line and sinking into petroleum air, i...