As the ooze cooled, joints jutted between long, smooth slopes. An unforgiving fragility to climb.
primal churning
a meadow sweats
til the avalanche
Kat Lehmann
As the ooze cooled, joints jutted between long, smooth slopes. An unforgiving fragility to climb.
primal churning
a meadow sweats
til the avalanche
Kat Lehmann
The biproducts of entropy and enthalpy. Spinning seasons. The frameworks of ecologies and orbits. Our dance and the many ways we speak.
fingertip living the curved hand galaxy
Kat Lehmann

From this date – September 15 2020 – the new email address for The Other Bunny is: tob(at)megaga(dot)dk

Pris Campbell
4pm, outside mcdonalds. school kids are beginning to gather. “oh my god there’s something seriously messed up about that new lad. he’ll probably be a murderer or something when he’s older.”
“he’s such a freak.”
the grubby pigeon
with strange markings –
prince of all birds
Stephen Toft
The sea is the sea is the sea is the sea whether on the Costa del Sol or a demure resort on the Isle of Wight
sunrise
over the pelagic horizon
matching underwear
Diana Webb
Up in the early hours to brew a coffee munch a chocolate bar. Feels a bit of a dare like midnight feasts of schooldays
dark of the pine
against dark of the sky
morning star
Diana Webb
In an effort to become what you eat you consume seven tons of lobster. Six weeks of complaint filled days pass but no lobsterness in sight. And then on the seventh week, a Tuesday afternoon, if that matters, you notice a pincer growing behind one of your knees.
old fish market
a million dead fish
your hair colour
Michael O’Brien
Only one more hour until dawn. Even on the shortest night deprivation of light and all it brings a challenge.
inner silence
counting on
the blackbird ‘s notes
Diana Webb