NECTAR FIELDS by Vanessa Matic
NECTAR FIELDS A bee on nectar fields all swimming in your blue lit lip, the music inside your body moving to your neck a serpent of adrenaline. Pale electric in…
Behind the mirror.
As a child I often had this dream that there was another world behind the mirror. As soon as I closed my eyes tight and slipped away into the dreamland…
pure, crazy, unspoilt youth.
I wonder if it still exists. The real rebellion. In the youth. Pure, crazy, testing, scandalizing young and unspoilt minds, that don´t care yet about security and fitting into a…
Expectations.
They tell you when you try hard and put all your effort in it then it will work. But it doesn´t always. They tell you that you can be anyone.…
VALENTINE by Vanessa Matic
Valentine I am the martyr of the blood soaked sun, of our love. Setting at the sea, under the sunshine blue sky. Turning colors, fading the light to kiss the…
A Lot Like His Bicycle – by Inny Taylor
Late winter snowstorm, Blanketing yellow metal, Handlebars, The wheels– The wheels aren’t moving. Aren’t they meant to move? What else would be their purpose, Besides to: Go places, Adventures, home,…
‘A place to belong’ – A poem by Vaiva Hawkins
My freedom is summer My morning is your laughter My stillness is rain My heart is where you are. My darkness is warm My fears are transparent My sadness is…
“Natural female bush gets shamed” Instagram censorship – A talk with Ainsley from Sticks and Stones Agency
“We can´t base censorship on a perspective because everyone’s perspective is so different. Especially for an international business who would have to take into account every culture, religion, etc. The…
like water you can´t catch.
I am not fond of having this feeling that time is slipping in between your fingers like water you can´t catch. But at the same time I enjoy this moment…