Issue 11

Extract from Ariel Dorfman’s Death and the Maiden.

Another Poet in Paris

Another Poet in Paris

The streets were plunged knee-deep in rotten snow,
The rooftops bent by heavy bags of cloud.
He waded through the city’s overflow
Of murky figures in the sombre crowd

Batavia and Bandung

Batavia and Bandung

Bags x-rayed and the body scanner. The day before the Workers Party, a lad had called them after some head scratching, passed through the road dividing the East and West towers. It was unlikely that any of those chaps had ever gained admittance to these polished halls.

You’re going to do something bad to that boy

You’re going to do something bad to that boy

You’re going to do something bad to that boy, I told her. You’re going to ruin him. I don’t know what you’re talking about, she said. She was in a black dress and you couldn’t guess her age. We weren’t going out after all, on account of the rain.

Palintonos Harmonia

Palintonos Harmonia

Theatres are curious places, magician’s trick-boxes where the golden memories of dramatic triumphs linger like nostalgic ghosts, where the unexplainable, is normalized and the mundane is celebrated.

Breaking the fourth wall

Breaking the fourth wall

Five panels (and white gutter) with a rollerball black pen on A4 printer paper on the question of what to do when you are in the uncomfortable position of being stared at by an actor.