Issue 19

Horologium by Matthew Rettino

Descend from mountaintop glaciers and track the running stream. Pass the caves of lime that gush with clouded water. Come to the...

My Mother Tongue by Jerome Ramcharitar

I'm surprised I still speak my mother tongue. I wish I could remember when its syllables were longer and when its k's and t's were less...

Viscous as marrow by Victoria LeBlanc

The way memory attaches along the black river at night fall as the light falls at dusk as the sky falls long thin lines of sky into...

Lemon sorbet on Sunday afternoon by Carolyne Van Der Meer

Now there are throwaway wooden spoons in ice cream shops Before COVID it was the environment marches the world over led by a little...

Vermeer's "Woman Holding a Balance" by Ilona Martonfi

You ask, where is Oude Langendijk, the Grote Markt, the Old Town in Delft? The violet of the wild irises dead colouring, underpainting,...