Andrew Fraser
28.03.2025
A friend gave me a poetry book once upon a time in Ewingsdale. I pensively glanced at its pages and felt my whole concept of writing shift. Revelations came upon me when I realized that one could be so profound in such a small moment, and perhaps I could actually write poetry, and maybe I already was.
It’s busy upstairs in my dome, sometimes it’s as if the caverns could extend and manipulate for eternity. Poetry enables me to release portions of this limitless thread. Instil a moment of my inner dialogue and capture it on parchment for good.
Opposed to “Why do I write poetry?”, it’s better to ask, “Why I wouldn’t?”. That concept alone ignites a desire to reflect. Initially I would feel this unreasonable pressure when I wasn’t putting pen to paper. Nowadays it comes as a sweet release, whenever it flows, out of time yet in place.
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Casey May and The Lovers
Kate Middeleer, photohraphy Nicole Munnelly
01.12.2024
No hidden gem. Casey and The Lovers
are big and bold and hard to miss.
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are big and bold and hard to miss.
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The Azure Kingfisher
Miica Balint, photography Jill Bontempo
01.09.2024
Watch birds, volunteer your time, go to
therapy. Andrew Fraser of Pasiflorez
and Bodalla.
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Miica Balint, photography Jill Bontempo
01.09.2024
Watch birds, volunteer your time, go to
therapy. Andrew Fraser of Pasiflorez
and Bodalla.
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I shaved my armpits for Nic Munnelly
Miica Balint, photography Jill Bontempo
24.05.2024
I did. I also ate two boiled eggs and was on my second coffee, black, by the time I met Jill and Nic at ten am.
Tinariwen
Miica Balint, photography Jill Bontempo
05.07.2024
The pioneers of soul-rectifying desert blues. This is a love letter of sorts, to a band, to a story
of rebellion, to a photographer.
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05.06.2024
Cows, four fingers, and a music festival.