From when we were flowers
Poem by Vaishnavi Radhakrishnan I pick up seashells when I’m near shores and store them in a sandalwood box. Every…
Bailey
A photography series by Sebastian Mullen
The quiet radicalism of Cottagecore on TikTok
TikTok has emerged as a popular platform for expression and artistic representation; it didn’t take long for the app to…
escape
Close your eyes and calm down, Run from thoughts that make you frown, You hear my voice and nothing more, …
Laurent
Salomé Melchior writes about her father Laurent, whom she considers to be a sublime poem. He faded away recently and…
Le Piano Vertébral
Le Piano Vertébral by Salomé Melchior, 07/2020
Des rêves qui titubent (Stumbling dreams)
‘Stumbling Dreams’ by Salomé Melchior, 06/2020
L’heure jaune (The yellow hour)
“To my father, who transformed the famous “blue hour”, which appears when the sun is setting, and told me about…
Pêcheur de maux
This poem cannot be translated literally because in French there is a play on words between "mots" (words) and "maux"…
Fight Night Sonnets
Can the brutality of Fight Night be captured through the language of love? Fight Night was one of the last…
