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Interview by Asya Draganova with Barbora Brezáková I am happy to bring you an interview with the young artist from Slovakia, Barbora Brezáková. She is a student at Christ Church University, Canterbury, UK. This is how we met and how I first got familiar with her art… Choosing art for your profession is a big […]

David Wolf Photo: ~My aim is true~ Recently I spent time with a friend who a few days previously experienced a traumatic interpersonal and intrapersonal event. A few hours into our day he expressed that he feels for the first time since the episode that he is “stepping out of the drama of what happened”. […]

Christina Lovin Photo: hickoryhollow113 I am afraid, I admit. There are reports of mountain lions in these woods. I am mortal, like the deer and the squirrel, but I come prepared: large stick in my hand, a knife from the kitchen in my pocket. A quick study, I stop and turn as I have read, […]

Photo: lepiaf.qeo *** Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. *** Photo: Niffty *** Love is like a fruit in season at all times. Love can warm three winter months.

Richard Luftig Photo: byrion In late November, the bank of autumn closes its doors for the year, calls in outstanding loans, issues certificates of deposit not redeemable until May and bearing no interest in our survival. Love falls

James Jason Dye Photo: DerrickT I am disposable paper, filled with dense vapor folded into being here.

Chuck Clenney Photo: jesuspresley I forgot about snow And so much more Until Old Man Winter Came knocking at my door.

Donal Mahoney Photo: arwen-abendstern white hips a soft fist for the wrist of your waist black hair in a spill on your shoulders small whirlpools your ankles

Joy Ladin Photo: vincepal Put that life down. Life is not a knife. No one Eats with a life and a fork. That isn’t blood On its edge. Life has No edge. Life is too dull. Is neither serrated

Anca Vlasopolos Photo: chefranden on October 9, 5769, Atonement Day, the thrush stood in the middle of Lakeland the street that takes me where I face St. Clair to cast once more my bread upon the waters

Vladimir Levchev Photo: dospaz My name is Lazarus. I came from the grave. 17 years I waited, waited perched on a damp root on the opposite side of life. The sky there is dark and firm.

Georgi Gosposinov Photo: Toni Blay They had met only a few hours before. He was in his very early thirties, she was in her late twenties. He had to give her a package to deliver to a friend of his across the ocean. She was only a go-between. It was a five-minute job, but two […]