Published since 2002, an Ocean and Pounds publication
Poem a Week
by Gary Michael Dault
Flowers Wait
flowers wait for you
in the garden
under trees
by the side
of the road
in gift vases
sitting in shadow
like cats
like dogs
they want
some attention
like a cake baking
an egg boiling
we offer them
unfocussed gazes
glancing blows
we're bored
waiting to finish
something else
by which time
it's usually too late
for flowers
they're out of
patience
they start
dropping their petals
they way women
in literature
used to drop
their handkerchiefs
waiting for someone
to pick them up
and be in love
Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor
Sunday Funghi Drive
a poem
by Kam Ping Hing 金炳興
流亡之歌
推身及我 這三江之瀆
渠成而流不轉
踩遍湘野蒺藜
登山坳 自欺是吳楚之後
不頓也不回首
碧天矩馬兩相峙
白峭原吞不下金陵廣袤
連襟星帶
帶剌行年
結纜晚洲
一息俄頃 竟是忘形
低窪常滋石
城府在樽前
斷足據河塘
影曲人自寐
這山漆的絨毛
已不耐携手叮嚀
明臺亮節
一片玄黄 一抹靛藍
木槿朝華良有意
坎煙非綢繆之所
壠畝外有高橋賣酒
板店錢糧
閨閣蓬鬢懶捉理
一縷絲巾的黃昏
半世紀的徬徨
身是渡頭船
愁抵原上草
我欲橫飛偏豎插
聲聲喝破庭前路
去去風箏
沉榻綉枕
大地熾烈
五更天的熔爐
(1966)
photograph by Lee Ka-sing
Taking Notes
by Jeff Jackson
“Angel Sculpture“ , C. N. E. , Toronto, 2020.
Greenwood
by Kai Chan
"White", 2021, 17 x 8 x 7 cm, papier maché, bamboo, wood, acrylic paint
DOUBLE DOUBLE issue 1112-2021
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CONTENTS: Lee Ka-sing- Polaroids from photo assignment / Woodcuts, written by Holly Lee
ProTesT
by Cem Turgay
The Photograph
coordinated by Kamelia Pezeshki
Aga Khan Museum by Salina Kassam
Travelling Palm Snapshots
by Tamara Chatterjee
India (December, 2016) – After feeding on a modest local menu and unsettling our caretakers afternoon nap time. We toured nonchalantly around the small village; introducing ourselves to the curious neighbourly voyeurs whilst admiring the foggy fields in panorama all around us. We continued our drive toward Bhangarh Fort; the nebulous mist vanished replaced by a thirsty, dusty desertscape.
From the Notebooks (2010-2021)
by Gary Michael Dault
From the Notebooks, 2010-2021.
Number 111: Flowers in a Vase for Malgorzata (November 26, 2010).
CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth
Aotearoa
by Madeleine Slavick 思樂維
Effort
Leaving Taichung Station
by Bob Black
BOOK OF SAND: volume 3
“who
is invisible enough
to see you”― Celan
i
The sky lit as sea beneath our twinning lives.
ii
We live in neighborhoods damp with voices.
iii
Our lives ablossom the color of apples long-ripe in a brown bowl.
iv
Then one day you awake and swing between a nest of voices
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