Mist
i. I say, I come from an island I am touched by salt, separated by straits, embraced by streams of motorcycle engines revving into side streets, the names of which I can no longer read. In Taiwan, we say the sun is going down a mountain when it sets. I have always known the […]
Summertown
edgeways winter white-mouthed streetlamps waver the keys in my pocket like anxieties rattle their skins against each other a smattering of fireworks clinking against
Amber Means Wait
The sparrows had nested in a traffic light. They selected the orange filter, periodically warming themselves against the bulb whenever the light changed from green to red, or back again. When I first noticed them, crossing the road on my commute home, they looked like the end scene of a Looney Tunes
photo journal
27 July Packed quietly and snuck off this morning – didn’t want to wake people as they all seemed so deep in sleep. Last few days in Les Gets were mellow. We hiked and got caught in a hot storm. We counted the seconds between the flashes and the cracks of lightning as we waited for […]
The ISIS TT16 Tapes Vol. 2
Second instalment of ISIS summertime goodness by Christian Hill.
