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Spar
Ah Sunflower
Hinge
Observatory
Sylvan Table
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Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault
Movietone Poem
sometimes I see you at the movies
you are the flowerhat in front of me
the pointed flashlight
the usher carries in his teeth
sometimes you sit in my lap
like popcorn
and we whisper dryly together
I never see you leave
I imagine you there afterwards
asleep among the candywrappers
CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth
a new photograph every day
by Lee Ka-sing
Aotearoa
by Madeleine Slavick 思樂維
Night Owl Sonata
by Holly Lee
I used to run away from Nian, that annoying beast never failed to show up year after year. Loathing the formalities of visiting elders, contemptuous of congratulating people on their wealth and prosperity throughout the first month of each year, these actions were pointless and tasteless. I doubt if it was true that we'd escaped another brutal year, and ought to celebrate. But that was me many years ago, foolish, young and rebellious. Tradition never goes away; like my family name, the food I ate, I carry them all in my DNA. Custom says after a six eleven-years cycle we would come back to this big cat animal. We love tigers as much as we love cats, we imagine them tame and playful and would treat them like our pets. But they are as mysterious and mythical as the wild beast Nian, and in reality we have never met one or the other, face to face. We stitch them together, the Nian and the Tiger, we put them on leash. We live in the same household for three hundred and sixty five days. Till the rabbit comes, down from the moon.
ProTesT
by Cem Turgay
From the Notebooks (2010-2021)
by Gary Michael Dault
From the Notebooks, 2010-2021.
Number 123: Vegetable Tondo (December 25, 2021)
Taking Notes
by Jeff Jackson
“ Arco da Rua Augusta “, Lisbon, 2020.
Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee
Morocco (September, 2014) – After a few days we started to recognize familiar faces along the path from the private riad to the Jemaa El Fna. We easily navigated warding off rowdy vendors by joking around. With the carpet merchant; we insisted we would only enter his shop if he had flying carpets because it was a critical need. With the potter it was much the same, although my request was for a genie in a bottle. I suspect all he really wanted was some company, instead of trying to sell me stuff he invited me for a cup of tea. What I discovered was that being a silly and playing into the tourist stereotypes meant the vendors stopped asking for our attention in the normal sense instead we had funny encounters, and after a few days the added wave and 'le bonjour'.
ART LOGBOOK
by Holly Lee
1
The King Maker - Imelda Marcos, a photo essay by Lauren Greenfield
https://www.thestoryinstitute.com/the-kingmaker
2
On Netflix - ‘The House’ Is a Mysterious Animated Trilogy Following Three Generations of Stop-Motion Characters. See official trailer:
https://www.thisiscolossal.com/2022/01/the-house-netflix/?fbclid=IwAR0jRWHOILZdqRVFeA2XHDm84g_MvXrMSdcwjTPel-1l3jzd5ydbYr6tJhA
3
Finding Connection - Exploring Our Shared Humanity (a 9-minute video by Green Renaissance)
https://youtu.be/mqM8KHAxe3E
(from George)
ART LOGBOOK is a new column with contributions by various authors.
Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black
Schwarz child
Let me sing like a ghost, boiled oranges humming into the room as burnt offering and the sea rises to meet the steam in the kitchen, as new year and death and the mountain's rebirth comes bursting, the fanned fragrance of the men from the mines along the spine and organs of Jiu-fen, the women counting the space between the blue bloom firecrackers set off to count the moments between widowhood and the appearance of redemption. Let the train crackle, let the space sway against the northern coast waves. Kite, cart, bone-glass and sea.
a more broken place, adrift in the hovering
Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor
Letting It Roll Off
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