i feel myself splitting into too many rooms of static
you touch my hand & there i am
do you want to be best friends?
a box for yes, a box for no
photo / tanya
writing / DANEZ SMITH
Deep Sea Peach Tree | Mellow Richard
Author: Blue Bardot Music
From Russia With Music
Julian Lamadrid | No One
I felt a surge of tenderness sure for you
you pull your rope back, I watch my light go out
but the shadow lingers and I can’t bring myself to move
see if I can turn it back on
photo / Iosune de Goñi
BvRTH | Bluiett
I moan a weird prayer for peace
after all we deserve a new start
We were here &
looked right into the sun
photo / Sumyko
writing / FRANK SHERLOCK
Live Footage | Gold Pot
The flashes of the explosions are close enough
to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers
on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back
against the brick, as if chaos snapped
our pictures in the dark.
photo / 美撒郭
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
DOV | Save
I feel sad that beautiful things must die,
even shadows made of smoke and flame,
whatever I thought I had made out of my life—
music, poems, books, kisses, a little useless fame.
photo / @Jisisisback
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
Radio Skies | Prism
I’m up here to distract myself, temporarily,
from what I don’t want or can’t have
in the way of love
photo / ludwig West
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
Marble Arch | I’m on my way
The days fade through our slow parting;
I wanted more than I was given,
& found in betrayal a churning courage.
writing / TOBY MARTINEZ DE LAS RIVAS
Rain on Monday | Fever Dream
You will become sickly like the rest
Your world, in a divine yet baneful state of decay
But don’t fret,
Every stage is a step, in the echoing chaos of life
photo / Dario Scommegna
writing / Sarah Fontaine
Jason Saltiel | Near Dark
Life echoes round and throughout
All cosmic entities plagued by the stalking admonition
Wealth is not immunity
photo / Salmonpink
writing / Sarah Fontaine
Ellemetue | Renaissance
But you are immortal,
And you can’t be taken,
Right?
Don’t leave me just yet,
Save me the night.
photo / Diego Lasso
writing / Sarah Fontaine