Salty Hotdog’s
cold at first not to wince as I step in I hear the gulls overhead
faded yellow in ageing sun
Mi
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chime of the clocks, and know it’s midnight and in that instant the whole world swims into sight for me in the form of beautiful swarming m u t t a worldseverything is happening, shining Buhudda-lands, bhuti
Sen
Verse taken from Daydreams for Ginsberg Jack Kerouac
Acknowledgments
Connor Young
humid air,
i sit
Swift brushes of sand paper in the workshop, dusty hands
The smell of Grandad Ted
clack on the pavement pass the chimes and tunes from the arcade, a young boy wins
between all my toes sun above my head, shines bright
bands squeak against my skin
mother made me wear them
suit too big toothy grin and gold earring
stories of an old catch
the shine of brown comfort
Mi
Sen
A northern colloquialism for
Myself
A Publication By
Samantha Nowell
Salty Hotdog’s The first issue of Mi Sen, has been named after a personal memory of mine, originating from the brown shine of Salty Hotdogs’ in the jar, boiled in water and then tightly placed in the middle of a roll, like the ones we use to get from the co-op down parade. It takes you through a photographic journey into ‘a day in the life of...’ looking at lifestyles and surroundings, capturing their unique moods through the use of colour and texture, and how these can prompt and recall personal memories.
Mi Sen