Truths of Tragedy

by Kri Dennett The Tyburn Tree in Marble Arch marks the spot where witches dropped. Women hexed by desperate men who hunted them for games and pence. In 1621, Winchmore Hill, an offering was found; Elizabeth Sawyer, said to be possessed by Tom the demonic hound. She refuted the claims and stood her ground. A … Continue reading Truths of Tragedy

Etant SDF

by Hamour Baika The first time I accidentally came to look at the world’s most famous clock, it took away my breath. Not because I was awe struck. Rather, I found it hard to breathe as I tried to swallow my sobs. I was tired. And hungry. And cold. I’d come to London to go … Continue reading Etant SDF

Hollow People

by Ali Mulaga            So I’m standing on this bus crouched next to the door, anonymous in a sea of commuters. My headphones are on at full blast so as to annoy the poor sardines next to me (kidding-- I just like my bass loud). It’s so typical, the buses are full, the trains are … Continue reading Hollow People

Consolation

by Namya Naresh When people say the world works in mysterious ways, my inner voice laughs out loud. Yes, it very literally laughs in my head vibrating throughout my body. Because I do not believe that is true. At least I didn’t. I’d say it took me on a journey. But that just sounds stupid … Continue reading Consolation

The Commuter

by Harriet Weston The platform was cold and empty, just as I liked it. No distractions. No delays. With my feet planted firmly, I waited.            3, 2, 1…            Soft rumblings forewarned the tube’s arrival. The doors opened to a partially filled carriage, the commuters segregated within their own pods, and a metallic voice … Continue reading The Commuter

Joe the Barber

by Naseema Khanom Wash Friday, 9 o’clock, Jummah, Mile End Station. In pendulum style, Imran crosses the dotted borders of Mile End to West Ham on the regular to get to his shop. The morning sea of serious faces wash over him, as he skids across the tiled floor in a rush to get to … Continue reading Joe the Barber

The Knoll

by Emily Rath She wears a cape of winter grey draped over her shoulders bare they call her Prim bow to dance her suitors unaware, of victims past and lovers gone regarding false identity, mounting her in cold dominion riding her absentmindedly. A path is laid with daffodils heads heavy from winter rain, would you … Continue reading The Knoll

Travel Joy

by John Philip Gethring                                  The camera shivers through                                  a quiet touch of eye contact                                  shuttering a fracture of time’s square-ness.                                  In it, friends dress                                  tastefully gross                                  formed to styles … Continue reading Travel Joy

Nice Day for a Picnic

by Wayne Goodman “Nice day for a picnic.” I looked up into the face of a middle-aged gentleman with noticeable sags under his steely-blue eyes made more obvious as he had bent at the waist. That toothy grin seemed amicable enough, but those mutton chops had significant amounts of grey and much of the hair … Continue reading Nice Day for a Picnic

Snowflake

by Namya Naresh Gravitation and gratification, ruled their bodies like pendulums they swung, back and forth The lines of the city were masters of their souls. The lines of the city were the creators of their homes. Redundancy, hypocrisy, autonomy ‘What’s mine is yours, Honey!’ They lied to one another. ‘Life is good,’ they lied … Continue reading Snowflake

The Starring Role

By Kristian Dennet Sophia watched the audience as the curtain slowly fell. Like a shop awkwardly closing its shutters for the night. The faces in the audience only looked in one direction; all eyes on Rene, the venerated star of the show. As Sophia wondered why that couldn’t be her, a hand grabbed out and … Continue reading The Starring Role

Family Tree

by Naseema Khanom I spy on the neighbour's garden an apple tree, six foot three with perfect ripe reds and greens growing towards the heavens. Every spring without fail doctors, lawyers and pharmacists blossom on every stem.   It is a mighty sight to behold roots so strong, resilient the rich soil, bountiful. The good … Continue reading Family Tree

Recipe for Home

by Sajidah Iqbal I want to make a home here, it’s just that, I don’t know how to go about it. I wonder if it would be easy to do it all over again; to carve my name on the bark of the new trees, that don’t recognize me or leave my footprints on the … Continue reading Recipe for Home

Homesick Blue

By John Philip Gething Homesick Blue It is that sense of home, that almost grieving addiction for a place. Stitched into the fabrics, sewn to its walls that drip a color of youth. Like vines. Veins. We painted the walls pinstriped Blue when we moved in. american yankees. I was seven years old. Would have … Continue reading Homesick Blue

One Too Many

By Roderick O'Sullivan  “Flight 407 to London Heathrow is now boarding at Gate 34. American Airlines again apologises for the long delay, resulting from the earlier security incident. American Airlines thanks you for your understanding on the inevitable seating changes that have proved necessary to make up for lost time and backlogs. A complimentary bar … Continue reading One Too Many

The Waiting Room

By Rae Gellel It’s a waiting room like any other, that standard doctors surgery set up with the mismatching furniture and a pithy offering of well-thumbed women’s magazines. It greets you with an encompassing, inexplicable hush, perhaps the result of those awful hard-backed chairs that make everyone sit up so straight and formal, and the … Continue reading The Waiting Room

Two Women

by Emily Rath   A call across the ocean unmuffled by the waves a bridge at midnight reaches to the other in the light of day   Her voice like a joyful sparrow although her winter’s just come the spattering of a snowy rain obstructing half the sun   Sadness stained on white pillows Black … Continue reading Two Women

DEMOCRACY OF DREAMERS

By: Paul Chafer   An intrepid outsider just visiting London; Smitten, dazzled, by stunning illuminations From within a black cab, transporting me, Not only weaving in present day airy streets, But through stacked layers of storied history; Some dark, treacherous and dastardly sinister, Some light, celebratory and blithely triumphant.   On alighting from the Hackney … Continue reading DEMOCRACY OF DREAMERS

WE NEED THE FOREST

By: Jessica Wragg   The tracks of the underground train from the carriage window. Hot breeze of the last act of summer whistling beneath my blouse. Barbed wire like thumbprints and fingers and outstretched palms. No, the jungle is not the same as Streatham Hill, but the birds are just as loud. Jealous of our … Continue reading WE NEED THE FOREST

THE BLINDEST FLAME

By: Lorenzo Curti   The blindest flame of a gaze slowly ransacks through the grey buildings some children mimic the trembling shadows of the street lamps – switched on right before the sunset - laughing and bringing talismans in their hands the edges of the day bend around the corners of the grey palaces and … Continue reading THE BLINDEST FLAME

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