Photography by Andre Ermolaev

A honed heritage of rebellion and pride
Innate upstream laws by which to abide

I’ve held all my life but the shore is the same
A cadenza my furrowed brow has belied

Incessant whirlpools form calliope echoes
Insanity swirls and draws all I’ve decried Read More



Painting by Rachael Errington

Dendritic lies spread like an unearned ovation
Poisoning mankind’s body and hopeful expectation
Tasting metallic of both euthanasia and revelation
Atomic love and remorse in equal parts for expiation
A deadly sweet catalyst of symbiotic relation
When is amanita Happy Hour for cellular sedation? Read More

Sliding Scale

Mentality shaky like an ancient mountain on a fault line slipping into the sea and the mountains don’t even speak to me anymore long neglectful of the dust that comprises their mass even when the shadows spill glorious on their umber cliff sides in low winter sun i am laid numb by the trisomy 13 and too premature and still-
births of strangers
sisters Read More

Lyrical Love: Starless

“Starless and bible-black” is a phrase the prog-rock band King Crimson borrowed from the Dylan Thomas play, Under Milk Wood. The song was written in 1974 by the band’s bassist, John Wetton, and appeared as the last track on the band’s last ever album, Red. Read More

My Life

Photography by Amaya Engleking

In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon did everything else. Read More

Lyrical Love: Brothers in Arms

Painting by Stuart Brown


I wish I could remember the first time hearing this month’s pick, ‘Brothers in Arms’ written by Mark Knopfler and released by his band Dire Straits in 1985. Every time I listen to the song (certainly among my top ten all-time favorites) which is essentially a timeless plea to end all war, I get the chills and most of the time I cry too. I long to hold that faded memory for what that moment has done in my life, helping me along to seek and recognize truth in a world that increasingly decries the necessity of “just war.” Read More