Horizon - Issue 01
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The Horizon Magazine is an artistic and literary journal that blends mediums of poetry, prose, art, and photography into a magazine that strives to make its form as beautiful as the content it contains.
Print editions of the magazine can be ordered free of charge here: https://thehorizonmagazine.company.site/
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THE STARTING POINT[poem]by Carl AlexanderssonI.He will ask me one day, an early Sundaymorning, nestled under the covers like a sanctuary of sortswhy it is that I always unpackmy suitcase as soon as I arrive somewhereand I will say that I like to keep thingsorganisedand he will nod and kiss the tip of mynose, and swallow my lieII.He will ask me one day, a late Tuesdaynight, sipping ontea and telling storieswhy it is that my stories never make sense; the plot holesmaking it impossible to trace themback to any given starting pointand I will saythere are millions of ways the milk could meld[13]
into the tea and still end up much the sameand he will nod and siphis teain silenceIII.He will ask me one day, over an ordinary Thursdaylunch, talking over background noise and apologieswhy it is that I am always late to every—thingand I will say that I am neverfully anywhere, always stuck somewherebetween where I want to be and whereI have been(which is to saythat I am, at any given moment,the not-yet-meldedmilk in any given cup of tea)and that nighthe will pack a bag and kiss my cheekand Iwill try to trace thingsback to the moment he first asked me to staythe night, which was a late Saturdaynight, which was, in fact,a moment ago.above detail of a window by Reuben Bharucha(14)
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into the tea and still end up much the same
and he will nod and sip
his tea
in silence
III.
He will ask me one day, over an ordinary Thursday
lunch, talking over background noise and apologies
why it is that I am always late to every—
thing
and I will say that I am never
fully anywhere, always stuck somewhere
between where I want to be and where
I have been
(which is to say
that I am, at any given moment,
the not-yet-melded
milk in any given cup of tea)
and that night
he will pack a bag and kiss my cheek
and I
will try to trace things
back to the moment he first asked me to stay
the night, which was a late Saturday
night, which was, in fact,
a moment ago.
above detail of a window by Reuben Bharucha
(14)
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