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The Photograph
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki

BACKYARD FLORALS: Antiquated Roses by Shahla Pezeshki

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Some Trees
by Malgorzata Wolak Dault

Number 93

Sometimes,  I go to our garden and stand there for a while motionless as a tree.

by Kai Chan

"Family Tie #41" 1995, button, string, nail

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Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault


[a poem based on Sergei Eisenstein’s rummaging in his Webster’s Dictionary in search of the meanings of“animal” and “anima”]*
breath / soul:
children on the porch
across the street
are blowing bubbles
a Scarlet Tanager
taps on my kitchen window
soul / mind:
when two or three reeds
are bundled together
they start thinking
breath / wind:
billowing curtains
a flag snaps smartly
like a salute
a paper cup tumbles for a city block
along the dry gutter
breath / live:
two cranberry glass goblets
sit side by side on the window sill
when a breeze knocks
one of them over
it doesn’t break
it looks just like the other one
but in another direction

* see Esther Leslie. Hollywood Flatlands: Animation, Critical Theory and the Avant-Garde (London: Verso, 2002), p.235.


DOUBLE DOUBLE issue 0917-2021

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This is not a Review (on Kai Chan's exhibition TWENTY TWENTY at 50 Gladstone) by Lee Ka-sing, a suite of 18 photographs, 2021 / A poem by Holly Lee - The Moon and I (A drunkard’s song for Li Bai, the drunken poet who lived in China from 701-762)

by Madeleine Slavick 思樂維

Afternoon of deep green. We rounded
many hills of it to reach these grounds,
home to many rare taonga Māori, and the iwi
brought us a meal as rich: also speaking
to the place.

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From the Notebooks (2010-2021)
by Gary Michael Dault

From the Notebooks, 2010-2021.
Number 103: Crane (Oct.2, 2011)

Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor

Heading Into Deep Water

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Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee

Madagascar (March, 2010) – After a full day of new adventures (with feet planted on earth versus the sea legs aboard a boat) and an entourage of little ones circling around, I finally mustered the courage to say 'au revoir'. I left the last of the home visits to cumulate more memories, but I find the nostalgia of that particular day still marks me in profound ways. It continues to encourage hope and excitement towards fresh travels to remote parts of our beautiful world, to rendezvous with new souls and collect new life altering experiences.

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by Fiona Smyth

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by Cem Turgay

Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black

ボケット:  Boketto

(letters to a wife, found in a box)

"He knew nothing to do but inhabit the paradoxes."--William McIlvanney

Letter 6

Homecoming and Coda: 嫦娥
The Final Letter

Dear 翼, 兔子

The pacific shells up the tales carried on the back of what is awashed,
picked up forlorn and plated between us.
Turn, swerve, propinquities’ night,

Beneath the wing of the clipped church balustrade, you pointed toward a verse of light.
And I was undone
And the land channels wide
And the sea lesson’s he lifer teeth
Wearied and world-wet, there is the light and

From this far-green ocean, and past the long, cold nose of that island off the port of my ship,
I head, finally, toward the West, past the whispering lighthouse and damp promontory:
All this reminds me that I am finally steering correctly and my crew is rejoicing
And all in my that is nautical is begin to tether.
There along the coast, my life,
Wait for me and signal your love across the waves, as sea spray and whisper,
Alas, Im almost there,
Bent but unbroken and unbowed and now

I am winging across the deep, like a gull far from sleep,
and finally at last, we are
Upon the long written and long promised tale:

I am coming home to you.

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The Raw and the Cooked, MYTHOLOGIQUES
(A column on the culture of eating and cooking)

Apple Tart
by Kai Chan

David Tanis has a rustic French apple tart recipe in his latest cook book, “Market Cooking”. This tart looks beautiful, tastes good and is very straight forward to make.

For the dough:  mix 1 cup of all purpose flour,1 stick ( 1/4 lb ) of  softened unsalted butter, 1/4 cup of ice water, a pinch of salt. I usually mix everything by hand. The outcome is rather messy,  press the it together into a rectangular shape, and cover the surface with a bit of flour, wrap it in a piece of parchment paper about 10 inches long, and leave in the fridge for at least 1 hour.

Preheat the oven to 400 ºF.

 Peel 2 lbs. of apples, cut vertically into quarters, and remove the cores and reserve. Slice the apple into 1/8 inches half moon shape pieces.

Unwrap the parchment paper and roll out the cold dough in it to a rectangle about 6 by 9 inches. Arrange the apple slices over the pastry in rows, leaving a 1 inch border of dough all around. Fold the border over to enclose the apples. Sprinkle with about 3 table spoons of sugar. Slide the parchment paper with the tart onto a sheet pan  and bake until the apple slices are browned and the pastry is crisp and caramelized, about 45 minutes. Cool on a rack.

Cook the apple cores and half a cup of sugar with a cup of water in a pot over medium heat, simmer for about 20 minutes to form a syrup. Strain the syrup and use to glaze the tart when it is cool enough to handle.

Serve the tart as it is or with vanilla ice cream.




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