From the editor
leaves bleed like paint on a canvas. lessened, the light incubates a distant hill. language is furnaced in loss. words fall open with longing, travel like smoke to woods and ancestors, they whisper back across snowdrifts and sealight, on the fine hairs within your heart. you succumb to the wilt of sound, the immensity of chasms, the flood of wingspan and folk tales. the land sleeps now collecting us all behind its sweeping curtain.
Welcome to our third print edition, HINTERLAND. We feel honoured to bring you writing and art at The Winged Moon, fashioning the landscape with radically felt work that hums in the theme’s intense questions. What exists at the edges of us? Who are we at our furthest point? So many of the pieces will traverse the reader through the varying realms of hinterland, each ring moving its boundary to meet its unique and intentional mien. Perhaps, there will be a relishing in this un-becoming, the white space beyond the words, a pause to breathe.
Thank you for reading
Jai Michelle Louissen
Founder and EIC
The Winged Moon