Los Shadows | Laugh Now, Cry Later

    knowing me, it was probably love that great dark blue sex hope that keeps coming true that cartoon black castle with a single bird flying over it     photo / Sumyko writing / HERA LINDSAY BIRD    

Cheap Monk | In Dreams

    Sometimes I feel time move me on. I feel weightless and small, but everywhere. I feel free? I could have been here.         photo / Susanne Klostermann    

Ironfist | Empathy I (Treptow)

    J’aime the little wooden matchsticks (allumettes!) with rose-colored combustive tips, which I light the gas stove with to make café au lait in the morning    

Jesse Brown | Floating

    Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew