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…