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CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth
Greenwood
by Kai Chan
Study #3 pencil on paper
Terrain, Little Red Riding Hood, Rosetta
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The Photograph
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki
cantaloupe, tri colour gum print by Kamelia Pezeshki
Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault
Let Life Pass
“There’s just one thing that unites the lot of us—we easily take fright. Rouse our fears and we’re human.”
--H.M. Tomlinson, The Snows of Helicon (London: William Heineman Ltd., 1933), p.24.
let life pass
in deep
unexpended
quiet
let days
bark in silence
like muzzled
dogs
let time get old
while we stay here
dying by a river
at the river’s pace
ART LOGBOOK
by Holly Lee
1
Andy Gent's stop-motion puppet collaborations include Wes Anderson’s Isle of Dogs (2018)
https://www.ams.london/showreel
2
Mario Radev (short animations)
https://www.marioradev.com
Aotearoa
by Madeleine Slavick 思樂維
infinity vine
ProTesT
by Cem Turgay
From the Notebooks (2010-2022)
by Gary Michael Dault
From the Notebooks, 2010-2022.
Number 129: Ukraine: The First Crocus, Ragged but Resolute (February 2, 2022).
Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee
France (March, 2022) – It's been an interesting week, being back in the ancestral lands. Clearly things have changed, France is still struggling with its politics, its protests and restructuring due to the pandemic. We took the train into the city centre, peregrinating past the new facade admiring the distorted reflections of the art nouveau architecture across the street on our way to lunch at Chez Gladines.
Taking Notes
by Jeff Jackson
“ Male Deer (statue) “, The Ringling Museum of Art Courtyard, Sarasota, 2020.
GEEKY
Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black
406 Dream of Taipei
“…the mind has mountains. Cliffs of fall.”-Hopkins
:
rain like autumnal licking and the cold wind gallops down from the mountains as loosened earth
the divesting of the name your were once given
and still the old man sits at the bar at peace bowed over the end like a brass coin slowing its spin down
and the green rain spilling of verdant dreams.
We bare lives as light crushes us and cherries us toward a drown g love.
We survive,
all
Broke into a frame of the cocktail’s Edwardtime
And the ghost picking at the speakeasy’s rusted door window, a square heart
That ghost who understands aggregate love: our blooming genome
Picked apart and abloom.
His chrysolite hair lost amid the algae of the gutter from which the moon awakens as the clock round the bend of its homegoing.
And there, damp and lost, stood stood
You
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