The Ministry of Small Truths
Case File #001:
Report on interacting with fruit in an autumnal morning hinita on a wooden floor in Halifax. Observation of a moment of time in which the ordinary and every day turns extraordinarily luminous.
*(Hinata: a spot exposed to sunlight)
Sit in it
Put your apple under the spotlight
Watch it turn to glass before your VERY EYES
Examine it very quietly and closely
Listen
Kiss it
Lick it like a sugar dummy at the seaside
Dip it in chocolate and sprinkles
Put it to your ear after you bite
Hear it crackle forever
Feel the inside of your cheeks bleed
Read its veins
A haiku in a fortune teller’s teacup
Hold a banana to your ear
Tadaaaa
a cordless phone
Talk to your sister
Tell her you've missed her
The delicious gold of October
Cast a beastly shadow with your hands on the wooden floor
A huff and puff woolf knock knock knocks at the door
Squint one eye to block the light
Hold the skeleton of a promenade parasol in your spindly fingers if you’re so inclined
Feel both worlds exist at the exact same
Words by Toria Garbutt
Artwork by Eimear Kavanagh
The Ministry of Small Truths
Case File #002:
Report on the interaction between smoke from a match stick and a shaft of light through a living room window in Halifax on a winter morning.
A Floating Cauldron
Rotates mid air
An astonishing hologram
You can
Walk through or around it
Dare to dip your hand in
Wear it like a lace glove
An Intricate trickster
A wispy disc
A thin pool of magic
Exists
Dance in it
Wear it like a shawl
Wear it like a stole
Wear it like a shrug
Exquisite
Leave your scent in its silky lining
Your fingerprints in utero
Your molluscs in a shell
A blueprint for a secret code
Look closely
Read the lines on her face
The crumples on his pillow
The indentations on his desk
Blow it like steam from a teacup
And watch it disappear
Words by Toria Garbutt
Artwork by Eimear Kavanagh
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