London

     That odd combination of the literary, rich history, hard cemented castes, financial flocks of rats, dreary rainy streets, a Mecca mega church of cosmopolitanism, yet still some hints of the introspective repetitive rhythmic rituals of a vast history; a right time for waking, a right time for taking tea, a right time for brunch, a right time for lunch. Still, to some extent, that same old outdated imperial ethos of only one prim and proper time for everything under the sun.

 

 

About the Author: Ross Knapp is a recent college graduate with degrees in philosophy and literature. He has an experimental novel forthcoming and various poetry publications in Commonline Journal, Blue Lake Review, Poetry Pacific Magazine, Indiana Voice Journal, Shot Glass Journal, Chicago Literati, and many others. He currently divides his time between Brooklyn and Minneapolis.