Photo and words by Ben Montemayor I don’t know why, I don’t know why / I return to the scenes … More
With my limited comprehension of Spanish, I have this breathless sense of near understanding in the songs – the way poetry often inspires emotions just out of reach of the rational.
At first there’s nothing, just a void — modulated synth notes vanishing like vapor. But now there appears to be an unfurling. A drop of liquid sends a ripple through an emerald stained puddle …
i stopped shaving my armpits for a month because i was stoned one night and got suddenly very terrified of dying
without ever knowing how truly weird and hairy my body can get.
By Ben Montemayor Later the evening spreads out against / against the sky The sun is drifting behind the mountains … More
Eyes creaking open, I jolt upright. It was one of those dreams that’s all encompassing – it saps you dry … More
Seated upright and barely conscious, my eyes battle a wave of fatigue one begrudgingly inherits after several hours of monotonous … More
Words by Ben Montemayor The low-end synth percussion of “Trivial Motion” hits like it would feel to be soaring toward … More
“here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap and to your (in my arms flowering so new) self … More
So it’s a new year I guess. I don’t really get into the whole resolutions thing, but I remembered this … More