Face
Acrylic and marker pen on acrylic paper Ella Schrey-Yeats 2016
To Come Across You
Dry. Lifeless. No colours, no shadows, no heartbeats. No plants could grow in my calloused ground. I was left without the company of creatures. I, a desert plane, was called out of my corner, and here is where I came across you: A rainforest. With water and many plants and colours and birds and rodents
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Some Communication : Part 1
The night was creeping over the evening light as Jordan and I walked by the water’s edge. He looked different. Not fatter, but more there. A darker tan, happier, as though a missing jigsaw piece was added to him. Though we were audibly silent by each other’s sides, our unspoken thoughts were chattering and very
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A Torn Thread : Part 1
The night was preparing to clock out, the early birds singing, telling us that summer’s on the way. I was sleeping, like a normal person should be at that time on a weeknight. So Susi called me. It’s urgent, she says. She was at a guy’s house. Her male project of the month. “I’m on
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A Meeting
Screaming, Taylor’s cat awoke its narcoleptic owner, alerting her to a shadow outside their apartment’s terrace window, which then exploded as the shadow made his entrance, shards spitting in every direction. Taylor, 31 years old and a carpenter, was still trying to clock into reality, her amygdala ahead of her slumbering body. The cat looked