The Great Read: Mourning Becomes Elect[ronic]

Lynn Lawrence // The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.    — Marcus Tullius Cicero, “Orator”[1] Photographers deal in things which are continuously vanishing.     —Henri Cartier-Bresson, “The Mind’s Eye” Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.  — Arthur C. Clarke, “Profiles of the Future” The first…

His Wife (No. 8847)

Jonathan Chou // His Wife (No. 8847) History from wife. The water came in through painted rain pipes. It was not paint but a daub of lard on his wife’s dress. She didn’t remove it after all.1 Things didn’t go smoothly. Furniture had to be wiped off. Elix. Iron Phos. Quin. & Strych. Smash the…

Why We Tell Stories

Nitya Rajeshuni // “Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories. Listening for them is something more acute than listening to them. I suppose it’s an early form of participation in what goes on. Listening children know stories are there. When their elders sit and begin, children are just waiting and hoping for one…

Ode on a Greek Letter

April Sharp // The fifteenth letter of the Greek alphabet is currently in the spotlight, but for all the wrong reasons. On November 26th, 2021, the World Health Organization (WHO) designated the SARS-CoV-2 variant B.1.1.529 as a variant of concern and gave it the label Omicron. The use of the Greek alphabet to label variants…

The space in-between

Dr Jac Saorsa, Artist-in-Residence// My PhD in creative writing consitutes an exploration, through both conventional and visual language, of the presence and immutability of death. My subjects are the Living: patients in the hopsital with terminal cancer, and the Dead: cadavers I carefully dissect in a creative and subjective approach to the mysteries of individual…

Evening, Myocardial Infarction

Kate Bolton Bonnici // Of what can be felt: how the heart dwells At earth’s door, which is the gate of light Lowering leafèd veils in sequence. Slight Scent traces the familiar and the spell- Bound. What’s not dreamed? A hart swells Near to bursting at dusk’s blood birth: bright Sidereal dust, ventricle touched, twice-sight…

Blue Death

Dr Jac Saorsa, Artist-in-Residence//    Reach me a gentian, give me a torch!    let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower    down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness,    even where Persephone goes…    (extract from Bavarian Gentians, D.H. Lawrence) For Wassily Kandinsky, the…