RUMINATIONS ON A RAG

Do you ever feel you can't wait, I mean really not wait for a magazine, a quarterly, that usually gifts you with everything literary you need, especially during the chokehold of winter, only to finally come upon it and find that, like a friend you once truly believed in, that magazine is actually totally devoid of wit, allure and promise, everything you lust for, and is really no more than a banal reminder of the quality of the world in which you are generally steeped. Then, just as you are about to toss away this streak of bad luck you once cherished and normally read from cover to cover, you come upon something fresh and unique, a funny, engaging, warm story that page by page takes you deeper into yourself and further away, until you are lost once more, or rather, found in the paradise of language.


              Photos by Arya-Francesca Jenkins



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