FLORIDA RAYS BY Kyle Sahadeo Sony a6300 // Rokinon 35mm f/2.8 STRIPES Sony a6300 // Rokinon 35mm f/2.8 IN THE SHADE Sony a6300 // Rokinon 35mm f/2.8 SMOKE BREAK KYLE SAHADEO is a Trinidadian filmmaker and photographer currently living in Nashville. Wherever there is good light, he’ll be there.
I can’t call home anymore / leave your message after the beep I memorized the number in kindergarten The number to the kitchen wall phone with the twisted cord Remember this number so you can always call mom or dad if you need them My thumbs still recall the rhythm to dial home with such
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AUTUMN MACKErEL streaks across sunset oranges swirled with coldwater tourmaline sea sizzles irritated scorching around his scales its own Olympic flame not strangled in a smoke watercolor cloak impish like a 2D animated bonfire he suspires listlessly between whiny slime seaweed clumps his nonapparent journey to
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Desire wraps around thin shoulders chilled with light An envelope of protection warms daylight Ocean on skin akin to laying on of hands I shelter in place return to felt familiar poverty An envelope of protection warms daylight Between us thought replaces speech I shelter in place return to felt familiar poverty Mental models rinse
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It’s funny, I’ve got this pain in the back of my mouth where my wisdom teeth were, and only since the surgery can I recognize that as the area where love goes first when it leaves the trappings of the heart. She was the one who told me this, it was there bubbling for her
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Budapest faded behind me, Istanbul shimmered ahead, but I woke up fixed in the blinding white night around me, somewhere in between: Subotica. Outside, a man walked up the train banging the bogies with startling violence. I took childish refuge in the name of the train, was able to think, ‘I’m safe, on the Cross-Balkan
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It has been sweltering, and so I have been resultantly melted in both posture and emotion, a sauntering display of sapped energy, a puppet with no master, shuffling pathetically from sidewalk to side street to wide street to main, where parades of soft-legged dancers swing effortlessly in the sun, sweating in a way that is
APRIL 18, 2025 THE INAUGURAL COLLECTION Featuring ANDREW BURKE, Photographer & ELLEN GERNEAUX WOODS, Author “Televisual Butterfly” // NIKON D5000 // NIKON NIKKOR 18-55mm f/3.5-5.6G As-F Chrysalis you appear in a dream a woman looking afraid I feel kindly toward you want to help tiny green pods cover your garments you stand motionless
April 11, 2025 THE INAUGURAL COLLECTION Featuring RIAN CASEY ESCUETA, Photographer & ROBERT WALICKI, Author “SIDE” // CANON R // CANON RF 24-105mm f/4-7.1 “THROUGH” // CANON R // CANON RF 24-105mm f/4-7.1 Visiting My Father Almost fall, and the hill I’ve come to know sits unchanged and silent like a congregation. Uncut grass staggers,
April 04, 2025 THE INAUGURAL COLLECTION Featuring HUGH T. BROOKS, Photographer & S.R. AZAZEL, Author CANON AE-1 // CANON FD 50mm f/1.8 // Kodak Portra 400 // Woodstock, vermont The Frost The frost seeped from the edges of the glass. Forming a tiny menagerie of paisleys along the window sill. It allowed me to see
