A letter from Stewart Home to Steve Finbow regarding the subject of happiness.
byby Tony Oats. Dear Mister Finbow, I was really fucking sad, but then you Sent Ca$h. And now I’m pretty fucking happy. I went…
by Tony Oats. Dear Mister Finbow, I was really fucking sad, but then you Sent Ca$h. And now I’m pretty fucking happy. I went…
Creatively, that is what I miss most right now: in-person community. The emotional presence that comes from physical presence cannot be replicated online. We can still form connections in virtual spaces, but they’re different than the connections we form in physical spaces.
by Steve Finbowphotos by Elisa Garcia de la Huerta It was early evening at the end of June 2019, and I was looking out…
Estudio de agua por Esteban Acosta Eliminado el sentidoen silencio lo sensorialbucea agudo sin pretenderla esencia de la mirada. Ondulantes y elásticaslas comisuras del…
Translation of El Ángulo Facial, by Luis VidalesAntología Poética, 2006Translation by Tony Oats. The Facial Angle When they introduced me to him, I was…
Tony Oats’ Colombian Spanish translation of ATM 1 poem by Stewart Home from his latest “SEND CA$H” collection. ATM 1 There are 3 ways…
By Miah Artola The Invisible Deers My first healer was irritated and said I needed to take myself in hand. This did not help…
There is a difference between the ‘is’ of identity and the ‘is’ of prediction. There is no single thing that is death, AND there is no single property which the many forms of deaths share. For that matter, no single form of death has an essence. We thus live not so much in a patchwork quilt of death, but a kaleidoscope of deaths.