she slept,but her soul was not at rest.beside her, a drone. on guard, armedwith a gun, like a thornto a rose. a sting of wasps invaded her hive.and though they clipped her wings,her dreams propelledher escape. maybe in her dreamsshe met her future selfa sovereign womanconjured from the spellssticking to her Post-its. maybe in her dreamsshe worked a night shift where […]

Sounds of A Whisper The mountainsare not for climbing they saythe trees swing my waybutthe wind-the-windkeeps calling my nameOne dayI’ll be always fallingIn loveOne dayI’ll know howto love -Mesimo Violets The mind is green in trees, difference triumphs in stairwaysnobody knowsI never told youhow it beganperhapsmaggots have the beesHave you been there and then?Know the […]

In the Bedroom Series, the question is in how many ways can an everyday object exist? A bed, for example, is an object that we use most nights and days. We sleep on it, with others or alone, we dream in it, we are warm or hot. Our bodies rest and recuperate. We have sex in […]

Shouting into the voidtrying on a name and a face I can bring it to youBut it changes nothing for us I am me with no nameI was me with a new name I cannot replace your angerwith understanding Feeling left out of a diagrambirthed of an empty voice I cannot erase my sentiment or evaporate […]

“Lost Time, Broken Things Forgotten” explores isolation, abandonment, self-reflection in times of change, and ultimately, regrowth and new beginnings. Humans, like places, need encouragement, love, nurturing, and fostering. When we let places fall to ruin and abandonment, what does that mean for our society at large? What does that mean for us, and how do […]

Gareth Evans is a British artist living in Germany. Indebted to music, most of his art is born from what he feels and sees when he hears it. An avid fan of David Lynch and PJ Harvey, his work embodies melancholic realism and snippets of lyrics that move him. Find him on Twitter @malvo815

vampires aren’t the only ones who can’t see their reflection each time i pass a mirror, all i see is a crooked shade, jilted, tilted, a jaw filled with a swollen sap laden tongue, eyes from a window, a widow, a different world, there used to be a light there, a face too, there used […]

By muttering “the world is a parasomniac stage,” then sleepwalking through it with a dagger, you became this ekphrastic freak, what they call the untranslation of Lady Macbeth. It was one of these Walpurgisnachtsthat you had to wearwashed-up peach colored socksbefore giving a soliloquy behindyour rain dripping marble sill:  “It’s the witching hour,” you said, though it was the hour of the […]

IMMACULATA what if we were the saints all along?what if we were holy and sacred? TEXTING IN POSITANO we can take several honeymoons  my best friend is the goddess of water my dreams did this me: i woke up thinking i was a she-wolf, to the enjoyment of an audience he has his own late, late, late […]

Wrapped in a form-fitting gown of flesh I stand A collection of parts A mosaic Bone framed  My ancestors left relics In the chambers of my heart I’ve yet to see them But I know they are there I’m wired with blue strings  They stretch as I curve around them My form A mahogany guitar […]