0316-2020

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Greenwood
by Kai Chan

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Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee

India (December, 2016) – Meandering through archaeological ruins of Sarnat was a welcome relief after several days in Varanasi. The gardens surrounding the Dharmek stupa imparted expressions of philosophy, theology, anthropology and a little romance.

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Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor


Coffee Ritual

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CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth

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Adjacency, Series Two
written by Gary Michael Dault
based on photogaph by Lee Ka-sing


(Photograph by Lee Ka-sing: - Window)

 

Number 24

In the Room

He slipped two fingers
between the slats
of the Venetian blinds
and let a wan slice
of autumn light
into the room*

She poked two fingers
through the screen
on the bedroom window
and let a quarter pound
of mosquitoes
into the room

He tore six inches
of wallpaper
from the hall closet
thereby releasing
a puff of air
two decades old
into the room

She raised her skirt
and curtsied
to the old refrigerator
whose sudden heat
swung open its porcelain door
letting gleeful vegetables tumble
into the room

* The first stanza is lifted from Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (New York: Picador, 2000), p.225.

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From the Notebooks (2010-2020)
by Gary Michael Dault

From the Notebooks, 2010-2020.
Number 24: The Coronarose (March 12, 2020)

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Some Trees
by Malgorzata Wolak Dault

 

Number 13

Perhaps because Gary and I have been re-watching many of Jean Cocteau's films with an intensity like never before, I had a perfect dream of standing in front of a majestic tree, that somehow transformed itself into a pipe organ and played all of Bach's The Art of The Fugue.

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ProTesT
by Cem Turgay

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