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CHEEZ
by Fiona Smyth
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Greenwood
by Kai Chan
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ADJACENCY
Writings by Gary Michael Dault
based on Lee Ka-sing's photographs
from LIGHT READINGS series
(Winter music)
#121--Ectoplasm
ectoplasm howls over the Atlantic
freezing a million cups of coffee
jellyfish tentacles hook into language
that was right too in the summer
when the pastoral is a rotor of stars
oh I don't know what just struck me on the ear
one object warms another and howls over the Pacific
on just such a day the house
lost its footing and really steamed it up
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Coffee and Tea 鴛鴦偶寄
by Holly Lee
A Trip After The Moon Festival
So she plans
a trip
before the trip
history
novels
guide books
a mental
geographical map
So she visits
the place
in pictures
in words
a city
sits on three empires
everywhere she stands
could explode
So she heard
people there
seem not care
a thousand years
a day
whether their city
in colour, black, white or
in gray
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Caffeine Reveries
by Shelley Savor
Nothing Could Stop Me From Delivering Your Present
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The Transformation
by Lee Ka-sing
Sunday, September 30, 2018
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Tabletop Studio
by Gary Michael Dault
No. 182. The Artist's Brain.
He had told Abigail--his next-door landscape painter--that he had painted a self-portrait. She was anxious to see it, and hurried into his studio directly upon finishing up a particularly bothersome spruce tree in her current painting. What she found perplexed her. There, propped on his easel, was a very large and, she thought, very dissolute painting, mostly in hot pinks, violets and fleshy oranges, a seething mass of heaving, breathing colour upon which, she found to her dismay, he had scribbled a title: The Artist's Brain. It didn't look like a brain to her. It looked more like the striving chrysalis of some huge moth or butterfly about to be born. She was glad he wasn't there. She didn't want to discuss it with him.
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