Ozil and Sanchez star as Arsenal gun down Spurs

Mesut Ozil and Alexis Sanchez proved amid the uncertainty over their futures that they remain Arsenal’s star performers with match-winning displays in Saturday’s 2-0 victory over rivals Tottenham. The build-up to the derby clash had focused largely on the supposed power shift in north London as Mauricio Pochettino has turned Spurs into Premier League title…

Pogba reigns supreme as Manchester United thump Newcastle

Paul Pogba marked his return from injury with a goal and an assist and Zlatan Ibrahimovic made his comeback as Manchester United turned around a first-half deficit to record a convincing 4-1 Premier League win over Newcastle United. Frenchman Pogba teed up compatriot Anthony Martial for the equaliser before tapping in a third, helping Jose…

WOMEN IN HATS (Episode 1) | by Steve Carr

Sitting on the edge of the cobalt blue satin upholstered chaise lounge, Michelle reached out her hand and with her long slender index finger tapped her cigarette, dropping ashes onto the intricately designed Persian rug. In front of her on a Brazilian teak coffee table, the solitary gold fish in a small bowl floated belly…

​After the Kids are Gone | by Rob O’Hara

A natural part of becoming an adult is pushing back against your parents and taking a stand for something you believe in.  I remember the first time my son stood up to me and took a stand for something he believed in.  He was twelve years old. “Come on!” I yelled from the living room…

​Hello, Dolly, Goodbye | by Pam Munter

Nearly everything about the musical comedy “Hello, Dolly” is legendary. It’s a nostalgic time capsule set to music, not only of the early 20th century but of Broadway’s golden era. And yet, it remains timeless to audiences. Bette Midler has been playing to sold-out houses in a recent revival and in January Bernadette Peters will…

MY FATHER’S NIECE | by Okunlola Azeezat

Stepping hard on the pedal, I brought the car to a halt. While the air smelled of the tyres’ screeching. No, it couldn’t be… I mustn’t have heard right. I could feel my heart race, adrenaline coursing through my veins. Unable to get out of the car, I wondered how I managed to get home…

Two Poems | by Kemi Okunade

FINDING HER PIECES You sold me the story of forever, ‘Cause you knew I would hear no other So you painted the world we will be friends forever, ‘Cause you knew a girl like her won’t take lesser. You held my hands and we walked down the aisle For anything less, would have been a…

Ode to Cyprus| by Sofia Kioroglou

O troubled Isle of Aphrodite So battered by hostile winds that vie with one another When will this storm abate? O thou, my father’s land Thy very heart so torn and so in pain A castaway from thy native land thy core is rent in twain Strewn across thy verdant carpet Soldiers have trampled thou…

Photography | by Wayne Russell 

Old door  Abandoned house Sun flower  Indian Chief  Ivy on the Wall  Wayne Russell is a creative writer and amateur photographer that was born and raised in Florida, in March 2016 he founded the online underground lit zine called Degenerate Literature. DL can be found on Twitter, Facebook, and at their website at the following…

​FIRE! | by Betiku Ayokunle Samuel

Tayo saw the reflection of his face on the window of the Black Maria. He stared, mouth agape in shock at his swollen tearful eyes, swollen lips and unkempt hair.This image he saw (if it truly was his) was a far cry from the young handsome teenager he knew he used to be.This was all…

SERIES: Save My Soul (Episodes 12) BY Oyelude Yetunde

  Kamil froze. “I’m not pregnant Kamil. I lied.” Kamil staggered forward, gradually raising his arm and pointing at Lolade in disbelief. “You…you are not pregnant? You…you lied?” He stuttered. Lolade sniffled and used the back of her hands to wipe the tears off her face, only to give way for another stream. “I lied…

Two poems | by Mark Young

A line from Willem de Kooning   Super Bowl is upon us. The U.S. auto industry is heading for a downturn. We must shake ourselves out of our   four-wheeled stupor. The autonomous car is driving into view as the future of transportation. It’s time   to put an end to the debate. The impact…

Two poems | by Ann Christine Tabaka

​Scented Memories Scented memories waft through the air. Expectations widen the eyes of hope, brushing away cobwebs from the lost corners of time.   Synapses fire off as muted sounds of distant voices manifest themselves among the garbled words of blank faces.   History in reverse, snippets resurfacing, if only for a moment. That old…

​Mr Brian Austin | by ​John D Robinson

80 years old and fighting cancer he is still razor sharp witted and quick with it and the gift to tell a good story and one of the  favourites is about meeting Robert Graves: his wife was a big-house published poet and had a close correspondence with the great man and had the rare privilege…