Why I have spent two years writing odes In December, my poetry collection Out of the Hearing Sky will be published by Broken Sleep Books. Every poem in the collection is an ode. In fact, aside from the occasional digression, I have written in no other poetic form since 2024.
Tenderness; emotional charge; what powers Joely Mae Greally as an artist and writer is the same as that of her debut monograph, On Heat: Accidental Cruisers. Navigating the slippery architectures of love, grief and queer remembrance, On Heat is less interested in documenting relationships. Rather, it is an erotic, heady
A collection of airline sick bags isn't the most immediately obvious place to look for a story about memory, loss and the value of everyday experience. Yet in Sicko, filmmaker and journalist Elizabeth McCafferty traces Trevor Cunningham's emotional investment in his decades-long archive, revealing the
For TFL: Travel For Less, artist Luella Steed pulled a hand-built rickshaw through London, allowing strangers to ride in it. We spoke about labour, efficiency, and the politics of carrying and being carried. TOMMY: What first drew you to the rickshaw as a subject? What interested you about an
I met artist Jesus Vazquez at the Royal College of Art's 2026 Graduate Show and was immediately struck by his installation, Somewhere between 1979 and 2033 in South Brooklyn, at the edge of Sunset Park & Park Slope, all the Courtyard Saints found and lost their Block in
The Bastard’s Ascension is a menswear collection centred on the armour design elements of the fourteenth-century Holy Roman Empire, combined with classic twentieth-century American workwear. The project explores how the visual language of knightly armour can be translated into contemporary clothing. Within the context of the collection,
Last weekend, Kelly Wu’s 'Waiting for It to Be Right' featured in Sonder, a site-responsive group exhibition within the Grade II listed Queen Alexandra’s House in Kensington. I spoke to Kelly about the inspiration behind their piece, prom culture, archival residue, and the ghostly afterlives
Working-class Artist. It's an interesting term. The very phrase suggests that a working class person is somehow out of place in this field. Imagine saying “Here’s Benedict, the middle-class bricklayer,” or “Gerald is an upper-class mechanic.” It sounds absurd. But why does it sounds
Sea Glass What allows you to take the title of sea? I stare as shining fragments, wondering if after all their time in water they are now no sharper than the water. I try to imagine a world where they were spat out by creatures below, like oysters spit forming
In Britain in 2026, debates about the body are far from abstract. The National Health Service faces mounting pressure from cuts, outsourcing, and creeping privatisation. Food banks are part of everyday life for hundreds of thousands. Long-documented health inequalities are widening: life expectancy varies dramatically by postcode, and for
As I sit reflecting on the release of my first published novel, I can’t help but wonder what I have gained from the experience. The first of four books is now available in all bookstores, and with the launch successfully landed, I'm seeing many opportunities arise from
Going arcades on a Saturday Gotta beat the penny pushers Wishing for my winning way Rover on the number nine Racing down the seafront steps Passing all the pram pushers Gulls diving for kids’ chips Nan’s ready with the coins Boys are out in their cars Cruising in the