Jacob Murray 5/1/24 Jacob Murray 5/1/24

Man, Dog (?) and Gun.

Somehow, by some act of God or the Devil or someone between, his dog has been transfigured into a block of cheese.

Hannah Vlies Lawrence 5/1/24 Hannah Vlies Lawrence 5/1/24

fungus gnats and female masculinity

A love letter in soil-loving solidarity.

Susanna Pang 4/8/24 Susanna Pang 4/8/24

Supermarket Doomstrolling

To be human, is to be a supermarket stroller.

Hannah Vlies Lawrence 4/8/24 Hannah Vlies Lawrence 4/8/24

This collective beinghood

A split requires the relinquishing of self to another and for another.

Joan de la Kagsawa 4/8/24 Joan de la Kagsawa 4/8/24

21st Century Epitaph

How happy I would be

To be a prisoner

Of another skin.

Lucien Noël 4/8/24 Lucien Noël 4/8/24

Sacred Body Designs

a vastness of ocean

Jayden Nguyen 4/8/24 Jayden Nguyen 4/8/24

biết về đâu

half of me belongs squatting on plastic stools

Nicholas Osiowy 4/5/24 Nicholas Osiowy 4/5/24

Postcards from the North

I ate oranges and didn’t know they tasted like sunset from Castle Hill.

Eloise Goodhew 2/23/24 Eloise Goodhew 2/23/24

Lichenisation in a Cloister of Gold

It exists within another.

Khira Eisenberg 2/23/24 Khira Eisenberg 2/23/24

Alien love letter

Every life spread out, mine parallel to yours parallel to everyone else’s.

Lameah Nayeem 2/23/24 Lameah Nayeem 2/23/24

Cherri Rype

Voyeurism is an affair of the mouth.

Jake Starr 2/16/24 Jake Starr 2/16/24

Porous Romance, love through degrees of obliteration

You move through the grain of closed eyes, calling through the undergrowth of my body.

Kate Saap 2/16/24 Kate Saap 2/16/24

The Great Magpesis: On Unrequited Love

We seem to think that our place on the spectrum between divinity and mayhem comes down to how loved we are.

Miles Hiroshi Huỳnh 2/16/24 Miles Hiroshi Huỳnh 2/16/24

Scalp

One by one, friends gloved their hands and got to work; my ridged, lumpy canvas morphing and shifting, follicles taking on new forms every fortnight.

Soleil Mistry 1/11/24 Soleil Mistry 1/11/24

Wet Sun

people watching. i peer ruthlessly from behind my darkened eyes. observing and absorbing like film.

Joan de la Kagsawa 12/21/23 Joan de la Kagsawa 12/21/23

The Sun Worshippers

Say Goodbye.

Claudia Blane 12/8/23 Claudia Blane 12/8/23

Small talk with your left-behind

I wonder whether she’s praying, or meditating, and whether she’s prone to impatience, but the 01:01 train arrives before I work it out. It takes four minutes to depart; four minutes to expose the translucent creature perched in her place.