When do high ceilings framed by skin-bare, unpainted walls and long expanses of hardwood floor start to glitter with lights, and invite? When do pleasant archways successively crowning the shafts of narrow hallways, window-sills, frames and glass bring actual dimension to a space? When people weave in between one another, converse and shed ideas. Like […]
“I never came out. Although, I feel I come out every time I write a bit.” This pride month, Fractyll magazine chooses to celebrate the contributions and work of Kim Windvogel, a queer South African poet of color, an activist, and a United Nations fellow. Besides being an absolutely delightful person (I’d recommend […]
Glitterati You meet people in the winter Because they sparkle Mesmerizing, the reflection of yourself in the water Freezing and seizing your every stare Refracting momentary glare back unto Angelic faces standing behind you. Glitterati—spying ahead, we wed Those boiling with compliments In the dead of winter. Jacuzzi filled Tears wipe […]
