Emma Starkey·Apr 5DisappearanceDisappearance has followed me for years, long before I had the language for it. It is not absence, not a void, not a vanishing act. It is…
Asmik Melkonyan·Feb 19The more I touch it, the less real it becomesA few years ago, I realized that I keep drawing the same thing again and again and cannot stop.
Bandi Revanth·Aug 25, 2025Designing for EphemeralityThere’s a melancholy in watching software die. One day, it’s the tool you swear by, shaping your work and your life. The next, it’s…
Aroneia H·Oct 21, 2024fallen angeli suppose i’ve always felt a little different from ‘people.’ it’s not that i am. i know i’m not. i’m just another bundle of atoms sat in a…
InPoetic Collection: Unpublished Poems by Evo Camões FernandesbyProfessor António Francisco·Oct 16, 2024SELF-DESTRUCTION45th Poem from the Unpublished ‘Poetic Collection’ by Evo João Camões Fernandes
Anjali V Raj·Oct 10, 2024Futile Desires“It’s so dreadful to be poor,” says Meg in ‘Little Women’[i]. I was never sad that we lacked capital luxury, but I certainly wished to be…
Nick Tierce·Mar 4, 2024It Was Never The FutureThe expanded text as originally written for what became a shorter video elegy. (Featuring a piano medley that can be heard here.)
InThe Taoist Onlineby🄿ixel 🄵loyd·Nov 10, 2023Foam’s FlowA Poetry of PassingA response icon2A response icon2
