Spoken Word London at VFD

Underground and unfiltered, five minutes to say what needs to be said.

In the basement of VFD, a queue snakes past glittering drag queens and bar chatter. Once inside, poets have five minutes to pour out whatever is burning inside them. The night runs in rounds with a reserve list, and entry is free: all that's asked is that you listen and perhaps buy a drink. It's a home for voices that won't be silenced.