From all directions
Light enters the scene, darkness
Slips to memory. (jf)
I’d say: Fail to rise.
Learn to live and make mistakes.
Days will follow nights. (jf)
Picture by Eugenia Bellodi, poetry by Jonathan.
Pictures and poetry by Jeni G.
Rise above the scars.
Own your flesh and carry your
Sword proudly to war. (jf)
Picture by Jordan, poetry by Jonathan.
Picture and poetry by Jeni G.
To be mother, to be source.
Males are lost in war… (jf)
Picture by Mietze, poetry by Jonathan.
Manus manum lavat.
One hand washes another.
Who cuts fingernails? (jf)
Picture by Leslie Mann, poem by Jonathan.
My hand crafted fate
Always was late. Now I hang
In front of the Tate. (jf)
Picture by Nikaee, poetry by Jonathan.
When I was young I measured moments in the space between ceiling fan blades and thought about the moving world. Marveling that no moment was ever the same that though things seemed to repeat everything always changed. I still think of that sometimes while I watch them turn. – MFNT (Jordan Bakare)
Picture and poetry by Jordan Bakare alias MFNT.
Colours for the blind:
Auras, spirits, ghosts, sometimes
Scars, lips and shivers. (jf)
Picture by Nikaee. Poetry by Jonathan.