the small hours are all about compost—
wanderlust of priceless larvae
& transcendent effect of unremarkable habits
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ART: MY BALCONY GARDEN – Labdhi Shah
‘As I listened to music and wrote poems, the space came alive, became my balcony garden, and gave new life to me.’
ONE POEM – Angeliki Ampelogianni
our language, a softness taken root
a teaspoon of rain over us
as we greet this new life
The View from Here – Lettie Mckie
A version of this piece first appeared on Trampset In April, the reality of the pandemic fades into the background as my family deals with our own internal crisis. The house is in Kemsing, a southern English village in the Kent countryside. It is nestled on the slopes of the North Downs, a range of…
My Unsung Sheroes – Susan Moon
Just a spoonful satisfyingly sears on the way down, tickling all the microvilli on its magic school bus trip through the body. A taste so tangy, a flavor so fearless. Anything but diluted, the way I’d always told myself to be.
VIDEO: 2020aliveness – Maggz
‘where reality and subconsciousness overlap and everything blends.’
ONE POEM – Jhilam Chattaraj
Cubed potatoes, sliced onions—their oil bath
followed by a tender sauna.
ONE POEM – Imogen Osborne
We return to find
the magnolia still
bruising itself into blossom.
SHORT STORY – Annie Dobson
Compulsory heterosexuality rots the brain, has rotted my brain. I just wanted to undo, unlive it.
ONE POEM – Bradley David
Then to discover we both go
first for that old chipped blue soup bowl
Is that love?
The Piano Man – Frances Green
That night that the piano man and I first slept together was the night we discovered the pleasure of talking aloud about murder.
ONE POEM – Denisa Vítová
I spilled pinot noir on the bed sheet
and said I was a virgin.
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