HONESTLY by Linda Paoli

What even is the point of nostalgia I only believe in missing the plastic and The smooth safe angles of tools That existed for your hands and Your hands only. But to feel for rocks and stones For a splash of dolomite Vomiting colour, hiding the puny creatures that...

OH MY by Linda Paoli

love my love my love my love Lingering about like the absence of a smell What are you doing, wasting precious fingers to roll cigarettes you don’t even smoke? There I see kilometres of hair I want to touch In the corner your face, my face, her face Cracked like...

echo by Fenn Rose

when still hums get up your glassy eyes over broadened wastescape out of window body looks out of door body walks my potter’s thumb on fractal bundles prints human on flower pressing dry our fluid play comes naturally but my agency is done when i’m grabbing for the...

kemmering 1 by Fenn Rose

your brightest touch is a pore creased point warmth waving me in i ramble suspended in the year i fold this time with cotton ribbon gifts quince wrapping prince denim in my river kin and kemmering building on summer with sculptures of no caste but keystone first and...