Review: Why Photographers Commit Suicide
“my child asked me if I knew who I was. And I said, yes, I am the speed at which particles collide.”
All of a Sudden
i made liking Sylvia Plath into a personality
“my child asked me if I knew who I was. And I said, yes, I am the speed at which particles collide.”
All of a Sudden
I wish I could say I was the kind of child
who watched the moon from her window
In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.
Read MoreMedlars and Sorb-Apples BY D. H. LAWRENCE I love you, rotten,Delicious rottenness. I love to suck you out from your skinsSo brown and soft and coming suave,So morbid, as the Italians say. What a rare, powerful, reminiscent flavourComes out of your falling through the stages of decay:Stream within stream. Something of the same flavour as Syracusan […]
Read MoreI met a traveller from an antique land
Read MoreSpawn of fantasies
Read MoreThe garden is very still, /It is dazed with moonlight, /Contented with perfume, /Dreaming the opium dreams of its folded poppies.
Read MoreTell me, was Venus more beautiful than you are?
Read MoreI know that I should remain positive and motivated and remember that everything will turn out okay–but damn it feels good to just wallow sometimes.
Read MoreStephen Chalmer’s photography series “Unmarked” provides a refreshing breath of empathy into the unbelievably popular and macabre genre of true crime. Not the misplaced kind of empathy that leads people to stupidly sympathize with and idolize serial killers–it’s the good kind that brings light to the victims. In describing his work, Chalmer’s website describes these […]
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