It doesn’t feel like eight hours away when half of the world and five flights separate you. It feels like a hologram of a memory of lips on the back of your neck or a borrowed sweater in the rain. Then suddenly being there is like getting used to the idea that It Is Okay to feel happy and secure with something tangible and living. Like seeing kodak color always.
—  Paige Gresty, excerpt from ‘I’m Breathing’
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hi guys! how are you all doing? hope everythings going great : )

its june 2013 and we at have u seen my whale have a few things to announce!

firstly, we apologise for the past few months of p much complete inactivity. things have been really busy for us and we ended up taking an informal and very much unplanned hiatus. we’re really sorry about all the submissions you sent that we didnt reply to. it hasnt been easy searching out this god damn whale

secondly, after our unplanned hiatus we are now really delighted to announce that we’re going to be getting things back on the road again and that, with two new editors joining the team, the super paige gresty and moon tzu, submissions for have u seen my whale #6 are open once more!!

find us with any of your work at before friday the 5th of july. if you can attach a brief third person biography too that would be lovely!

and if youve already submitted for the latest issue - firstly thank you so much for your patience! - we will be going through everything thats in the inbox, so dont worry about having to submit again

we love you guys: it’s great to be back!!

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For No One

i see your name in pixels

and touch my lips to their primary

colours, red lips rough

oh, come over me

tell me once again about my legs

and i’ll imagine the sweet orchard

of moving on top of you

deep, like rows of grain


be more longful, more ecclesiastic

an elegy to the long evenings

we spent clicking out words to each other

be more loving, be more tame

imagining not the weight of your body

but the relief of your breath

the solidness of your frame

the bottom of the shower, deep

oh, come to me

and put your hands anywhere

oh, come for me

and take me in the floral patterned sheets

slick with hushed condensation

as we play over again in our minds

the quietness of sunday conversations

and the sacrilege of speaking in the darkening dusk.

I Never Learned How to Be Alive by Paige Elizabeth Gresty

                Life takes a while to get used to and doctors know this fact well. Every baby that is born is promptly smacked on its bottom. This ensures that the baby is born with cardinal disappointment. From that first glimpse of light the baby knows life gets progressively harder. Years bring with them the added sense of responsibility designed specifically to fill a core with that necessary gunk the discipline needed to get through life. People can take a while to get the ratios right. 

                Open windows are for open minds. Noises crawl through the window asserting that there is a world outside the bedroom. If the night is good enough this is an easy thing to forget. Equally hard is trying to figure out what purpose life serves. Answers are different for everyone and there is no cheating allowed. Stumbling through life is honestly a pretty good choice as clear answers for life present themselves to those maddened souls. For the sane rational individual there is bound to be a lot of confusing scenarios that at first appear to offer little guidance. The lack of direction means that a person is actually trying out and evaluating every possible direction before making a decision. Honestly thinking out life before doing something is a good thing the problem is when that hesitation becomes indecision. 

                Noises can comfort too. Music is made extremely loud at concerts to help people disassociate from their surroundings getting up higher away from their mundane and into the beautiful. A few bands pride themselves on excessive loudness like My Bloody Valentine which subjects attendees to absolutely punishing waves of sound. For the lucky few they can literally taste the sound as it enters their body and can find enlightenment. Everybody else lacks those moments and has to take the long way to find a true home. 

                Gigantic life can be a comfort. The cosmos is incredibly massive made with plenty of fail safes. However bad a person messes up ultimately has little impact on the rest of the universe. Mistakes are supposed to be made the halting progress of life is made to be halting. If a person makes a mistake they should be told that it is okay, not the more recent much more aggressive “Don’t say you’re sorry just don’t do it again.” Language with that level of harshness seems to indicate that the world is getting sick of being compassionate. Hopefully it is simply a phase for a phrase and not indicative of a bigger blame inducing habit. For people are going to continue to wonder about life, specifically their own and wonder how to get there. They should be encouraged to continue on their path and to do things their way.