4.11.20 A piece where the something comes to life as the life itself dies downPolarization as it was and is now all too evident in the limbs of the living zombies. Right down to their extremities stretch and mark the zones of unrest- wonder and disgust at the invisible and the visible both attested to be positive about something. Harsh realities revealed through the boombox of the pedestrians on the grimy streets of Our imagination. Collective knowledge of the doom, impending happiness when nothing is loss, as something is winning. A pathetic whine from a corner of the shop which once was a corner itself - relieved. Who changed the function of their teeth? Still clinging to the screens, each steadily to the platform to fall to their graceâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s tremor. A whisper? A nudge of the wind to tip over the shoe untied and now lied down to bare feet intertwined with branches and pulling this seam- of thought- a language fraught with similar violence as the thoughts which encounter it to dismember it. A blathering fool - the only one to see right through- keeps to himself at the edge of the road to pull in any strangers and tell their tales of surrender. To what? From where and to then Another rock got kicked by the deer. Accidentally turned to rust the other side of its tail. Bloodied- must have forgotten the iron it sucked while living. So this goes on - the world in a wheel of a hamster, held on its tongue as it heaves to run miles in one place- until explosion comes- it hopes, at least. ----30.11.20 Bare fields, laid stale, where I buried my corpses. Hold there, the speed of your thoughts- still. Did I forget how my stomach rumbles - ? When the dawn reaches my forehead, it ducks beneath my skull Unnoticed by the cuckoo Who will catch the morning tune As stillness rises between the silky grass you stand in There. Again, we brush our fingersPast, to the present where I roped the clouds back To linger over our heads as hats for the evening. Will you join me for this ball I raised high for it to drop up ... Unmeaning to catch your eye as it fell to my feetThere. ----1.12.20 Light distracts and so it goes on like the rug under the mat unseen and shrugging. What does it do but wonder silently for its shadow is lost underneath its own weight. It dawned upon me, it dawned and I woke up, barely sleeping. I thought I slept awake dreaming, in all those sentences I paved to dawn at waking. A light shower escaped my head, I wanted to bathe, so badly. I thought it was the dawn that arose and woke with me, but I was alone in the mist of a field I do not know.
Bahrull Marta (Indonesia) Nonsense cover Untitled 4 p 16 Untitled 3 p 17 Pedro Patti (Brazil)
Te Doy Mis Ojos p3 Aishling Muller (Austria) KillingFieldsCambodia p4/5/6/7 FairyGrove p8/9 Muhamad Benhaj Bechir (Tunisia) Landless p 10 Chaima Ben Said (Tunisia) Cycle p111 Ichraf Nasri (Belgium / Tunisia) p12 p13 Yacine Ladhibi (Tunisia) Garden of the Arcane p14 Toward the within p15 Sungyeon Kim (South Korea) p 18 \ 19 \ 20 \ 21 Nitiksha Dawar (India) Birth p 22 Life p 23 Mother p 24 Beyond Photography (UK) p 25 Patricia Borges (Brazil) Sutures Series p26 / 27 / 28/ 29 Ferdaous Othman (Tunisia) Swinging Souls p30 Marharyta Zhurunova (Ukraine) Wild Plants p31 Goddesses p 32 / 33 Hazem Al Mallah (goraal) (Syria / Germany) Carnivorism p34 Monsta Lisa p35 6 Grasping insanity is the crux of sanityp 36
Daniela Maciel (Denmark/ Portugal) p38 \ 39 \ 40 \ 41 Nawres Zriei (Tunisia) Forgotten Shadows p42 / 43 Samane Hosseini (Iran) p 44 / 45 Ess Beck (Denmark) I’ll never forget p 46/ 47 Pawel Mendrek ARCHEOLOGIES_diver p 48 ARCHEOLOGIES_pigeon p 49 Magdalena Piech (Germany) XIX Sun p 50 Tiago Damas (Portugal) Plástico p 52 / 53 Peter Šulavík (Slovakia) My house p 54 / 55 Roberta Ceginskaite (Boba) (Ireland) p 56 Piera De Nicolao (Italy / Belgium) I HATE ARCHITECTURE p 57 / p58 / p59 Anastasya Lyskowets (Russia) Tina p 60 / 61 Rim Bouras (Tunisia) Arid p 62 Burden p 63 p 64 Sona Sahakian (Netherlands) p 65 Alessandro de Leo (Italy) MY EYE MY ENEMY p 66 / 67 Quarantine Self Portrait p 68 / 69 Irina Novikova (Belarus) p 71/ 71 Szőcs Bíborka (Romania) p 72/ 73 João Santos (Portugal) No Man’s Land p 74/ 75
GRIMOIRE TEAM Yasser Jeridi \ Bochra Taboubi \ Oussema Gaidi