Showing all posts in Category: Issue 9: Vasbyt
Vasbyt Hold fast, hold true. Hold on.
Deliver Me, Anvil For most of us, metal merely offered reprieve. Reprieve from family. Reprieve from society. Reprieve from dogma. Reprieve from convention.
Some Near, Some Far Auralgraphs from Botswana: Maun, Gaborone, and Borobadilepe.
One Man’s Trash Replacing one type of pain with another has its uses.
A Song In D Minor To find the memories I’m willing to share, I must delve through the red and black scarves and look again at those memories I would sooner stay buried in silt.
In And Out Of A Windhoek Darkroom I wanted to be close to the people in order to sense an acceptance of my doings.
The Gift One day, we won’t have more days.
