Theophilus Kwek Issue 3: Haunt, August 2024 ‘For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels…’ – Psalm 8:5Common enough over the blocks, we’ve all seen them or so we think. More often if we’re honest the eye skates from floor to floor and then clean beyond, to the next toweridentically towering. To…

YH Huang Issue 3: Haunt, August 2024 they don’t teach you this at seminary, but neon’s just another name for god. look, i know it sounds mad, but just trust me: light is light is light all the same, so why can’t we bless the neon too? blessed be the purple, the yellow, the red.…

Theophilus Kwek Issue 3: Haunt, August 2024 Through the door before I know it. A sort of frequency guides the feet across the tiles, the shedding of shoes, parquet stairstensing in small arcs beneath the newspaper,a memory of workmen ascendingand descending with charts in hand, slowassembly of shelves, parts to call a life. Our life.…

Noonherd Issue 3: Haunt, August 2024 The pomelo breaks fish scales. Each bite is several ampoules crushed into tartness. It rubs shoulders with strawberries, shimmies against grapes. The pomelo is only a cut thing. In its natural state it remains outside. The inside needs protecting. The fridge exists as a liminal space between the seer…

Joy Huang Issue 3: Haunt, August 2024 This is an ode to dreams, serialised —dreams bad, good, very, very terrible,so-so dreams, dreams you dream offor a second and immediately want toforget the next moment. Dreams thathave a part one—the flush of thetoilet, you open your eyes, then—two,three, four, five. Part six happens thenext day when…