Monthly issues of TheNeverZine - all our articles, interviews and original writing collated into monthly editions. Make a cuppa, put a record on and get settled to dive into our wonderful back issues
There are some poems and performances that stay with you, because when you hear them you are transported through the words to another place. It’s as if you are actually there in the poem and form a memory from the visualisation during listening. That was my experience when I
There is something conspiratorial about walking down a poorly lit back street, under a gloomy railway bridge and through a busy brewery into a cosy back room lined with barrels. As the trains rumble overhead poets share stories and wisdom with each other to raucous cheers. These feel like nights
I’ve been watching Alan’s @im.not.leaving.yet series for a while and was pleased to finally meet the real man behind the reels. Alan is all about collaboration, we met in his kitchen in Walthamstow and it was a perfect place to chat and create, over a
'I realised that the border between make-believe and reality is much more porous than you think. You can dream stuff up and just make it happen, and don’t need special mystical knowledge or a legitimising body.'
Poetry has, without doubt, helped me recover myself - that inward journey into the darkest reaches of my soul, helped release my creativity from its shackles.
What I Heard
It is concentrated to a paste
Thick enough to stick a knife in.
A damp-sweet pungency you can’t help but smell.
What is the smell?
An experience so striking you shivered
Hazy legs upon arms
A high better than any other high
Even after the floods
I met Aaliyah at the wonderful, welcoming Orbit brewery open mic night, and was immediately immersed in her universe. Aaliyah is one of those souls you meet who you wish you could sit with by a campfire under stars and listen to their wisdom for a while. In her most
Storytime evenings are as energetic and enigmatic as their host. This edition is an extension of my experience of that. Simple, straightforward storytelling that somehow makes perfect salubrious sense!
I have a story to tell! I yell
Silently inside myself
Come tell! I hear him yell
And I follow his
King Shezzar's Dream
They prostrate before the idol of a brass turkey
Whose wings encase the city like an egg.
Origami chieftains sway on their litters
Carried by hunchbacked children
Serving wine soaked Dodo meat crawling with ants.
Gaze narrows at the crumbling multicoloured ziggurats
Where the accused
