No one really can prepare you for the uni experience, or what is effectively living in a hotel with 300 horny and self-righteous adolescents. Rxpectations were often not met. Few friends were made in an ‘instant, met- on- move in, howdy-neighbor, let’s be friends’ kind of way, many of the most intrinsic connections were … More Every Pitfall has its Redemption
Cupid has struck me on these neon paths. It’s a cinematic experience; Exotic characters in the stores, boys streaming down streets on skateboards. For once I am living in a city that is alive, that is screaming for its appreciation. And it’s everywhere. I swoon for the underground performances by unknown artists, and the … More Artificial Home
My granddad left my father his film camera after passing. Last month I found it in my dads office. Curiosity got the better of me and i took it to a film shop to discover among many blanks one of my brother captured age 4. A special token of my grandfather. Here are some other … More Fresh Film
Pretty face found its way back in, burrowed under the barb wire fenced around my sanity. naive fun these nocturnal notions; too convenient, genuine connection tied loosely i swear. until you slipped through, sucked my rationality slid by like autumn did. no more knocking, no longer will these bare bodies be closely knitted in cheap … More Pretty Face
sirens and breaking dish; tuck me in overnight post, isolated, addressed somewhere warm. there i will dance and dress the walls in in patient blue; somber, but hopeful; imagine the sea and hear myself think again Art By Henn Kim
Fairly recently a friend spoke to me about energy. Initially it was a foreign concept I thought was only honored by hippies, spiritual beings; perhaps I even thought it was something religious – I used to be an avid atheist. She continued to talk about good and bad energy; a persons ability to inflict this … More Bad energy- Does friendship have an expiry?
Pockets of light soak the city. A flood of electric blue stains my white shirt. There is something about neon. It generates a translucent energy that fills your dark hollows like wine. Karaoke night and we are dilusional; let our bodies have it’s way, let your casing go. Dance In our fluidity. Below are some … More Low Lights and Long Nights
These saturated lights are like motifs in this city And they are trying to tell us something I’m sure of it. Is this a lucid dream? Floating down electric avenue, nostalgic to a song never ours. The homeless man cursed As we paused to ignite. But it’s romantic, … More Midnight Espresso After Moonlight
Pull me back in; Sheets the smell of comfort. Fold me into your arms like that origami on your desk, And outline my creases. I liked you best barefoot; The earths vibrations dance through your roots And you were born restless. I wouldn’t call this a love poem, But Sometimes, I saw our shadows roll … More Pull me back in
With a flick of her cigarette she gazed up at the boy. Poised against the wall she thought he was simply art, a soft watercolor with faint strokes imitating boats around his moon smile. “Cigarettes kill,” Cynical words spoken in honey; he took her offering. It is funny to know, we know the ghastly effect … More So, who said cigarettes can never be romantic?