upside down falling through time pretending to stand right side up -- Three poems; a unique heartbeat; refraction; a fall. And an interview with Andrea Gibson.
A tumble from heaven, landmines, bones, synthetic ears, a car horn's long howl, Maryland's pink breath in a mirror—this month we are looking at machines; the interplay between organic experiences within sterile spaces.
In “Juego y Teoría Del Duende,” Federico García Lorca writes: “And so, duende is a power, not an act; a fight, not a thought. I heard an old guitar master say: duende does not dwell in the throat; duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet...”
When I was fifteen a family took me in; they taught me how to cook and garden and the dad gave me books; we spent hours talking about the power of story-telling. They taught me how to practice gratitude when facing hopeless horizons; this isn't easy; this is discipline.
Have you ever had a conversation/experience that makes you feel like you’ve been sucked into a dimension where everything you believe has a question mark?
I often feel overwhelmed and utterly unequipped to deal with my problems; yet, looking back, I can see that I’ve completed many challenges I previously considered insurmountable. I used to struggle to draw stick figures - now, I have Lydia. And like the flowers on her face, I am always growing.
You’re looking at an ultraviolet laser shining through thick printed glass, onto a board covered with phosphorescent pigment. This pigment super-charges the glow and prints the image onto the board, temporarily.
So: The arctic is on fire and the earth has quaked since we last spoke. There’s been death, hope, and devastation.
A year ago my heart broke at dawn; you’ll read about it in this issue, where we explore the theme of survival.
Let’s jump right in. It’s the first day of June; June means pride; pride means squashing secrets. Our very first issue is just about that—secrets.