Mi Sen

Salty Hotdog’s

cold at first not to wince as I step in I hear the gulls overhead

faded yellow in ageing sun

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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

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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

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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