Words by Manal Aziz. Some words stick, where others don’t. Like glue, like morning-eyes,like fingers after peeling a mango. Some things come to stay, some to go. Back and forth like waves,like rocking chairs,like the weight you’ve been dying to get off your hips.
A Tremulous Sculpture
Words by Leendert Vooijce. To who you maybe Did my previous letter not arrive? Perhaps it disappeared. Or it’s in someone else’s hands right now. If that’s the case, I hope it transcends the feelings that were left by that one afternoon we spent together. But maybe there’s a garden for unreceived love, for things […]