3 Photos by Bernadette McCabe originally published in The Blue Hour Anthology Volume Two
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3 Photos by Bernadette McCabe originally published in The Blue Hour Anthology Volume Two

BERNADETTE MCCABE was born into a family of alternative thinkers and actors in the heart of Johannesburg South Africa during the early 1970’s. She studied drama and experimental dance and later traveled around the UK. She has worked in the film industry for the past 18 years. She has found that looking through a camera … Continue reading

Poetry

The Whispering Leaf – Afzal Moolla

Infinite tendrils, weave exquisite patterns, forming an immaculate, delicate sheaf, while morning’s dew whispers, tales of forgotten woes, left scribbled on every leaf. Murmurs float gently, across solitary trees, to distant forests deep and dense, teasing the waving grasses, while coquettishly inflaming every sense. Listen! For the murmurs whisper to us all, listen carefully, as … Continue reading

Poetry

Star by Joop Bersee

                                                                                        Yes well we are distant now,                                                                                         the past like a darkening wall                                                                                         between us, an illness. I                                                                                         touch the bricks with my fingers,                                                                                         break my nails as I try to                                                                                         scratch the cement, grey, bitter,                                                                                         can’t focus any longer.                                                                                         Her images are coming                                                                                         out of my chest, projected                                                                                         on the wall like good old slides, … Continue reading