by Kelli Lage
I think I’m stuck in an abyss, going mad
Eight years later, sun remiss, no spine in my back
And I’m not even damp, phantoms setting up camp
Blood brother diss
It must be how living bodies reminisce
I think I’m stuck in an abyss
your laugh is a cloud in the soil
by K.S. Baron
& together we grow the sun in our garden,
a light tended on vines that wrap
from my arms to yours because without you
i am only me—only half of the we that i love
Song of the Week, #11
— Ben Howard, Walking Backwards
Watch this lovely live performance of his new song from the album “Is It?”, released today via Island Records!
Some days I’m walking backwards Truth be told I don’t mind
What’s your song of the week/month/year?
Glee
2 poems
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–
Writing Prompt, II.
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 »Quote of the Week, #11
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
All Seasons’ Children
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.
2 scenes
Sestina for my grandmother
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.
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