We are bound to nature, worms and dirt, we come from earth, and to earth we will return.
Month: October 2020
ONE POEM – David Linklater
The train leans through
the Highland line, Inverness
to Fearn, wheat either side.
This carriage bows for you.
TranSItion – Seigar
“Ignorance produces hate, knowing is the best way to tackle ignorance, and empathy is the only path to love.”
TWO POEMS – Al McClimens
‘She named the major constellations
while I gawked at them and reached out to touch.’
COMFORT FOODS // TWO POEMS – Daniele Nunziata
I’ve tried planting potatoes since you left,
but they never grow the way they did for you.
Failing to Eat a Local Delicacy – Michael O’Mahony
Lorighittas are a type of pasta made in one small village, Morgongiori, on a side of a mountain on the east of Sardinia. Only the women of this village, and only some of them, know how to make lorighittas. A lorighitta is effectively a woven pasta made from a dough of semolina and water. Each…
ONE POEM – Bronwen Wilson
I imagine turning into
a flamingo, likes the ones
on my onesie that I’m dying
ARTWORK: Our Biggest Fears – Judit Pla Cano
‘I fear that I will never find relief’
ONE POEM – Cai Draper
i was scared to make this poem /
treat them right / they never
came close to meeting in life
COMFORT FOODS // Flour and Oil — Jacey de la Torre
Those are some peoples’ stories, some peoples’ histories, but they aren’t ours.
Disposable – Walker Thomas
“You can call me Mr. S,” my ninth-grade biology teacher told the class on our first day, “for the sssss a snake makes.” Eyes sunken behind wirerimmed glasses, he had a wide mouth with no lips that I recall, and long, stubble-blue cheeks like leather stretched tight to the bone. While he lectured, a red…