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circles & cycles
New Issue: Circles & Cycles!

New Issue: Circles & Cycles!

HELLO. WELCOME. I am so happy that you’re here. I want this issue to give you the feeling of freedom, of pleasure, of absurdity. For many of the pieces in this issue, I feel a circular energy reflecting returning and moving forward and the ruggedness and uncertainty which is associated with both. Here, we explore...
The Apocalypse is Now

The Apocalypse is Now

Sculptures by Aris Katsilakis Written by Malashree Suvedi The apocalypse is now. It opens at our end; and I feel like I knew you once even though you’ve become disfigured and dimorphic, and the love I felt for you is displaced.  I do know who you are, technically, but you changed. And with you, because...
The Television & The Forest

The Television & The Forest

Art by Luis Miguel Munoz Written by Nelly Matorina I went to bed at sunrise, breaaaaaaaathing through the past seven hours of almost quiet, almost quiet if I shut my doors and the sun rises from the curtain tops. When I went downstairs, it had started. The reality box was on full blast, beaming through...
Fragile Thing Part II

Fragile Thing Part II

Photo by Aguss Ballester Written by Malashree Suvedi Fragile Thing: Part 2 It is you whom I love. Every cell in your body has an agenda, each has a revolution in mind. They fight you for the freedom that you cannot give them. You mumble prayers to some god as you toss and turn in...
An Illusion

An Illusion

Written by Hannah Ustun My main inspiration for this edition was the end of this year’s academic ‘cycle’ at Art College. This marks an end to a very successful year, which has laid a solid foundation for my work to continue with optimism and excitement in September. The film featured in my submission was the...
The Seven Deadly Sins

The Seven Deadly Sins

Written & Illustrated by Luis Miguel Munoz The first was Lust. The expression of desire was an idea I wanted to build from. Wanting and yearning are emotions that I find intoxicating and I wanted to recreate these with a single look. I wanted fixation, intimacy and misdirection to radiate from her eyes. As long as...
Fluid

Fluid

Written by Matt Fielding These images relate to the fragility of the human body, and how quickly health can be taken away. As i see it, death is fluid and unpredictable and these images are made to remind us that that life is precious. The form of the circle is a critical element as it...
Leaving Richmond

Leaving Richmond

Written by Melanie McKinley With over 5,000 miles between us, eight hours of time difference and two conflicting accents, I was speaking with one half of leaving richmond, Jordan Pier, for the very first time.     I had just been introduced to the music of    atmospheric, rock instrumental band. Jordan Pier made the 3,000 mile trip...
Sound Bite

Sound Bite

Written & Photographed by Ashley Laramie To fall in love with a band is a process- one with many stages. The album is purchased. Every lyric and guitar solo is inked on brain tissue to a neurotic degree. A crush is developed on the mysterious lead singer. The songs eventually hold more than just meaningless...
Circular Apathy

Circular Apathy

Photo by Matt Fielding Written by Ailsa Anderson With such kindness, such theory takes on redundancy Shattered in the face of those creases Melted in all of the jargon they cannot understand But the pain alleviates with simplicity, to help the one or the many The dilemma instilled from those words discussed years ago Among...
Keys

Keys

Photo by Hannah Ustun Written by Malashree Suvedi You’re back again. I forgot my keys. Please; quick, leave. Without me, you would be nil. I’m already nil, already dead, my movement’s not my own, I am a ceiling fan hanging from my neck twirling with your every whim, I am a slave to your will....
While you were wanting me

While you were wanting me

Photo by Hannah Ustun Written by Emily Harris I think that perhaps I waited in Someplace before the rain and songs while the sun taught me how to travel – how to reach from Someplace to Yourplace (with the sun, I lingered and watched). I waited for your patient longing to be a strong enough...