by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
by Sigrid Kim
Tell me, what did you think of the garden? A forgotten mango, a pale musk-orangeRead More »
sun, an amoeba writhing in a pool of sweat–
Summer is here. With it, our daydreams about holidays and planning the next adventures came back flying, too. (Ok, there are always there somewhere, but now the guilt is gone.)
To keep us dreaming, we invite you to send us your travelogues in form of writing or visual art or basically anything, inspired by your greatest (or not) adventures! 🙂
Let’s keep exploring this amazing planet, responsibly!
Read More »The world is a terrible place for sensitive people but the closer we come to losing our minds, the harder we’ll work to keep them.
– Kae Tempest, Hold Your Own
by Shamik Banerjee
The child of Summer wears a crown
as bright the compass of the Sun;
whose joyful mood coruscates down
to lighten it on everyone.
by Autumn Sharkey
Listen, there’s a sea in this shell
she said. This woman – my memory.
Beach stones shiver in the tide.
Small me waiting to hear
we look out over Portrush feeling
the sea-rhythm of the known.