EPH Magazine

What makes a creator dive claws-out into another creator’s work? Is it to borrow from the skein or cloak a bird of the same flock? Is it to burrow your head deep under the spells of their artistry? Is it to get an alternate perspective and burst out of a bubble? Whose foundations hove in sight as constitutes of alien environments and experiences? Or just maybe, your reasons are withheld wishes behind a veil. Like the powers yielded by the critic. Why did the critic succumb to his self-obsession? Simply because he sort a divisive plan to gain acclaims, power, and validation. Column reviews morphed into a deceptive affair, then blackmail, shame, guilt, destruction, and unfortunate fatalities.

On the eve of the super moon. A day of reflections and recognition. Mainly for inflicting a painful and unsurprising arrivals during the 9th moon ☾. I, with a heavy heart, carry with me a message of choice, of a path laid upon me that goes against the state. A choice with an overwhelming presence that sits a float calm saline water of a shoreline that borders a warzone. With the winds absent-for they ought to keep a consistent appearance to dry the tears of the weeping mothers’ inlands – the grey sand adopts a demeanor so still and elusive that the eruptive mines buried under are a forgotten occurrence. Shadow tales of a past life ring true. Like the stories in the scrolls📜.

…when his phone rang for a second time, Kairo was still in bed. A seductive, lithe body carved a statue beneath the silk sheets beside him. As his gaze met Nyiri’s eyes, he fought the urge to rejoin her. At that moment, his appointments seemed more important, especially after the letters he had read that morning. He wanted to tell her and be done with it. Or so he justified. But his mind was better occupied. He loved that she made time to see him during her tour and was growing fond of her. Why put out the fire in favour of notes and revelations? Right then, no two people in the world needed more kisses for breakfast. Nyiri’s lips were soft and sensual, and no other decision was logical at the time.

2025 was marked with elation, celebratory moments, and the departures of important pillars in our support system. And while departures are emotional and sorrowful affairs, we understand that they are and will forever be part and parcel of the world of the living. A blessing to walk among the living, and a blessing in disguise to rest and face the great slumber. It is what we do during our journey that defines our departure. The relationships and partnerships we create today define the impact of our departure. Baarū gave us a foundational origin that allows us to be ourselves today. What a visionary he must have been to create tributaries that still serve us today. How proud would he be if he gathered us all for a tiny desk conversation?

Julio was an ally, an anchor, a companion, and a safe haven who walked with us before we knew what the world had in store. Even before the establishment of our formal grounds and foundations, before the distinguished names behind our operations, before the world molded us into what we are today, before our parents bid us farewell to pursue tertiary education, before we discovered our voice, before we realized the world stood ready for our commands, before we understood that the world bends to our becoming—he was there. Julio was our guide, teacher, and mentor at a time when our local community library offered a hushed environment that nurtured the existence we carry forward today.

Trust unto thee. For He tunes your rhythm to that of the Universe. Speak unto thee. For he holds the key to your universal happiness. Speak highly of oneself. For one is a blessed being. It is because you are blessed that you walk in the land of the living. It is because of your faith that you walk the path of the blessed. That happiness comes from the contentment and the sole desire to stand in his presence. That it’s of great honor to be made a vessel. Renewal and Reconstruction. That the mere recognition of your presence in me terrifies me. That you are my friend and my home. That I shall speak of the sweet words you whisper to me. In the dungeons that surround my artistry.