Will’o’wisps and fairytales strangers

in your eyes, reversed shards
tinted tiny tricks
and my tattered whispers trapped in the Box of words
among letters and your pretty shiny things
baby chameleons in the closet
of course they are always there
playing subtile and kissed stories from a lier
tounges tickling glaring Kaleidoscope
hope in the dept of your wishing well
I live all my episodes alone in soft Hideouts shelters
will’o’wisps and fairytales strangers,
walking my walk talking my talk
vibes and tunes not mine
your moves and chills
and in my bones your cheap thrills
and my ribs like thorns cut sharp through raw flesh

Poetry: Emma Holtze

Eating you is crunchy

Poem: Robert Kohn Art: Linus Strömdahl

Eating you is crunchy. My love for you is soft.

The ringing in my ears is loud. You are my best

ambrosia and my best vice, sometimes I wish I

could snack on you, twice. But the main bunny in

charge at the carrot factory says “There just simply

 isn’t enough mass market appeal to keep

production up to justify the costs, so we need you to

 kill all the carrots.” Immediately, I wept. Then we

made our escape! -Everything I desired

and feared, you, sweet carrot, are it.

You are everything.

Moroten är frihet – Carrot

The carrot is freedom!

O, Inner Carrot!

May all the sisters and brothers of humanity
find peace in your shining bark,
in your giving of life,
and in your almighty generosity!

May your inner light
give well-being and strength
to a soul in need!

In the name of The Inner Carrot!

I want you!
I need you!
I love you!

Translation from Swedish: Tuva Letler-Bayan / Art: Ushiri