Possibly, we know too much
And in knowledge we will drown
But, is the world a consequence
Or the other way around?
photo / Sumyko
writing / Sarah Fontaine
Author: Blue Bardot Music
From Russia With Music
GINEVRA | FOREST
Is it something we are missing
This last and final piece
Or maybe just our ignorance
Has withered to a cease
photo / Celi David
writing / Sarah Fontaine
Girl As Wave | Another Life
a body less and less yours–
a body, God knows,
is not what makes you
anyway.
photo / Lukasz Wierzbowski
writing / SOLMAZ SHARIF
Los Shadows | Laugh Now, Cry Later
knowing me, it was probably love
that great dark blue sex hope that keeps coming true
that cartoon black castle with a single bird flying over it
photo / Sumyko
writing / HERA LINDSAY BIRD
Cale Hawkins | Origami
Every now & then a troubled thirst
opens my mouth for a song that does not come
I feel it all
until a fixed voice decides
photo / Aëla Labbé
writing / CAMONGHNE FELIX
Olsein | The Desert Whisperer
Wildness in my psychic space
Proof I come from other place
Running
Rivulets like worms in water
writing / emm ill ee
Mathijs Leeuwis | Galibier
This is the shucked meat of love, the alleys and broken
glass of love, the petals torn off the branches of love,
the dizzy hoarse cry, the stubborn hunger.
photo / Celi David
writing / ELLEN BASS
geminibitchslap | c a r t i £ r
looking both beyond and through physical space into an inner dark.
Why else draw the eyes as shadows?
It’s his glimpse into another world.
photo / Emily Szabo
writing / MARK RUDMAN
Wavewalkrs | #truthlies
on one side is a deep breath.
on the other,
the pull to destruction.
maybe
writing / Anastasia Kontchaeva
Stratus9 | West
The body’s the blue failed me the sun
Fails every evening
I
we
you
have all
Failed too
everyone who strove all these
Long years for peace failed
photo / coolhandluke
writing / KAZIM ALI