Thursday, May 29, 2014

Max Moodley: 0076

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Keegin Munsamy: 0016


She only utters two words.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0251

More wedding vows: Something I call ‘monogamous in body but not in mind.’

Sunday, May 25, 2014

First Love by Anton Krueger

First love. Second sight. Thirdtime lucky.

Friday, May 23, 2014

Thursday, May 22, 2014


Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Keegin Munsamy: 0015

Pen to Paper

She does things differently. She gives you a picture. She places white roses on a specific day. One minute she cries. The next she is smiling then laughing. She is not a dot but feels like one. When I ask her why, she says Just.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0250

Two hundred years of postcards… I only want to talk about the past with you.
Make me feel 17 again.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

More by Anton Krueger

He wanted more than she was.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Eva Jackson: 0078

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Keegin Munsamy: 0014

Six White Roses

We sat in the car. For the first month I placed a white rose for him. Then I said for every month that passes I will add a white rose. We are now a month away from six. I said this month I am placing five roses. But on this day she placed them.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0249

Wedding Vows
Him: Once she’s said I love you, that’s it; you know you’re in for it.
Her: When first married, he passed me notes saying, the heterosexuals are fair game.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Peaches Hanging by Anton Krueger

Peaches hanging. Stolen fruit. Gallows creaking.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Eva Jackson: 0077

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Keegin Munsamy: 0013

The Song that was Skipping

This burning mess now suddenly smells as if something has been cremated. I think we burnt something that we needed. Was it an accident? Did we just get caught up in everything? Did  we miss something? I think it was time. Whatever it was.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Victoria Williams: 0248

Whispering at the table: I got an apology. It’s true that she waited till nobody else was around to hear it, and walking away afterwards, I could no longer say for sure whether it had really happened or not.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Worked Hard by Anton Krueger

Born fresh. Worked hard. Died tired.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Totem Poles by Gary Cummiskey

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Eva Jackson: 0076