Author: Lottie Bevan
AUG #3: REDCROSSE
The sky is the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. The Thames lies swollen with silt, shoes and stolen shopping carts. Someone nicked Alexis’s bike and threw it in a lake, and someone else casually set fire to some cars next door. Happy autumn, all!
JUN #1: LUCIFERA
Hullo, hullo! The wind is whistling outside like a vengance of ghosts; the dull horizon meets a duller sky with a cold, grey kiss of Thames; a lone, heroic birb hunkers stoically in the crevasse we call our balcony.