Meet the Editor—Jonti

Jonti

“Descr iptive Digger”

Through the murky darkness of the smog-filled night sky, a single light pierced through the desolate street. In the corner of his office, a lamp stood steadfastly by the window, slightly ajar to allow a brisk breeze to dance through the crack. Jonathan sat in his chair, a curious smoke casting a dark haze across the room. The remains of his cigar smouldering in an ashtray, a dry, mischievous smile grew on his face as his cheekbones pulled tight. Everything had unfolded as planned; an immeasurable wave of content overcame him. The first stage was complete. With newfound confidence, he grasped his pen, unscrewed the lid, and lifted ink to the nib. He sat back in his chair and began to write, the next chapter to unfold. Snow It falls from the sky But not in Dubai Through window I spy A quite mouse with smile wry A dark tinge to his wide eye (He has only one eye) Sways does the white powder Trees and flowers the powder encounter Growing cold hunger, I want hot chowder The falling flour lasts much longer than an hour Slowly it makes the children laugh LOUDER.

Name: Jonathan Height: 5' 12" Star Sign: Capricorn (In hindsight I am far more an Aquarius) Favourite Sport: Fly Fishing, Bird Watching & Poetry Favourite song: Glock on my lap (21 Savage) Favourite Colour: Cichlid Violet Favourite question: 'Doing much this weekend?' The children innocently frolic

The crowds flow through the streets, like pollock. Lorries of labourer's clear the road, hydraulic. Nights grow dark, children drink eggnog (nonalcoholic) The families sing together, it feels symbolic.

Someone who inspired me: Sherlock Holmes, Oscar Wilde Pet Peeve: Corked Bottle of Wine (visibly cringed while saying) Naughty habits: Definitely my pastime, Descriptive Writing. I can often be found sneaking a way to my office to stimulate my creative urge. Any Pets?: Yes. Favourite Piece of Literature: Summer on the Lakes, in 1843 (Margaret Fuller)