Technological Kings In Space – A poem by Vanessa Matic
The night is like a cooler for me I guess I stayed in there too long, now I can’t un-frost myself. In the end it’s all politics even relationships. And…
Like me. Share me. Follow me.
Does the world get more selfish? Without judging or knowing the answer, I am asking myself that at times. Well, there is not just one answer to that, as there…
C-Heads Magazine – Summer. Lovers and Strangers – Issue #33
This issue we dedicate to summer. To Love. To Lovers and Strangers. We might always remain strangers. But this summer we just want to be lovers. release: Juni 2015 1200…
A Lonely Little Daisy – A Poem by Inny Taylor
Hear, hear, Lonely little Daisy. The sun is out, Don’t you remember how you love the sun? You were our summer baby; Our only summer baby. Don’t you feel special…
SELFIE by Vanessa Matic
SELFIE I was a teenager, bred in Seattle, Washington. God I fucking love the green and the rain, it’s like the only worth was the trees that made you think…
life continues either way.
life continues either way. A friend recently told me that she is 30 and she still hasn´t found out who she is and what she wants from life. Can we…
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…