Issue 5

The triumph of a ‘degenerate’ [Based on the painting Park Bei Lu by Paul Klee]

Taken by the current

Taken by the current

Eiji woke to the phone’s shrill tune, a penetrating sound which grew increasingly loud as it drew him from his slumber.
‘Hello?’, he mumbled, still half-asleep.

The conquest of the ivy leaves

The conquest of the ivy leaves

He got a glimpse of his reflection on the window. Lines spreading around his eyes like rays in a child’s sketch of the sun. The ligaments in his neck, pushing against the shrivelled frills of flesh.

The Troubadours

The Troubadours

It’s bound to be a lonelier wait now.
Wrinkling the shores                                                        
of midday monochrome

My Third Hand

My Third Hand

[Mixed Media]

The artist is drawing not just from his command of the medium, but from the struggle to control his tools, a willingness to combat oppression and violence with laughter.

Morass in the dark

Morass in the dark

From my limbs slipped off the lethargy of sleep
From my eyes fell slivers of pain and milky film
From my skin chaste waters washed away

Dreams of Passion: a symphonic poem

Dreams of Passion: a symphonic poem

In the cave. Waves throw foam into it, but there’s a crisp silence, the rumbling dulled by the walls. If he felt like a dolphin, he’d dive off the cliff at the edge (and receive the plunge, so sweet on his skin). But now he sits by the fire and warms his hands.