
Musician of the Month: Jaed
On recovering a lost part of the soul She was summoned back from the dead,…
On recovering a lost part of the soul She was summoned back from the dead,…
No animals died Our research on toads and carabids considered predator and prey. Japanese toads…
Marina and I wait for a bus, and when it comes, we squeeze our way…
Vincent in Hiroshima “A work of art is a corner of creation viewed through a…
The big man tugged the brim of his hat and spoke gently to the camera…
Oblique Landscape JP Jacobsen, I read your poem of a boundless heath with mossy stones…
Dawn sun, distant mountains, red cliffs near, white clouds scattered, still world, until a breeze…
Loose Notes with a Cup of Coffee “The bird fights its way out of the…
How would you feel upon discovering the objects of your daily, habitual use—ordinary objects of…
Saturday morning and Lil’Johnny was on his way to work on the Market. He walked…
Music has always been my favourite mystery. As a medium, an energy or exchange, there’s…
It feels like centuries must have passed, but it is only decades. Years grow shorter…
‘There are only so many times you can be expected to look at the Sagrada…
Lovely Dead If I were to let you go who would I show this garden…
I am a self-taught musician, playing fiddle, viola, hammer dulcimer, bodhran and tunes percussion. I…
_ Where beckons the quiver…? Are there no spirits moving in the air _ …
If you count my two unsuccessful (all cough no high) undergraduate attempts to smoke weed…
A Chapter in the WarAppian, 95-165 CEUnder orders from Octavian, the hardened captains – Pansa,…