#sacha archer

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Sacha Archer. in remembrace of lost children. Paperview Books.

[garadinervi]

Sacha Archer, Empty Building, Penteract Press, 2022

[rickchung]

Archer Dining x Financial District.

Led behind the kitchen by Torafuku co-founder and Executive Chef Clement Chan, Archer is Vancouver’s latest exciting new restaurant revolving around modern Pacific Northwest-inspired cuisine focused on locally-sourced ingredients with seasonal menus throughout the year.

Charred octopus: Sacha-infused octopus’ tentacle, fingerling potato, pickled jalapeño, crispy kale, baby beets, sansho kewpie, hazelnut, and romesco.

“Cafe 43”: Bizzarri, vodka, Licor 43, coffee liqueur, orange bitters, and cacao powder.

Flaming cheesecake: 70% dark chocolate dome, white sesame crust, miso caramel cheesecake, sour cream crémeux, blood orange gel, and a flaming Grand Marnier shot.

“The Seawall”: Seaside gin, lavender syrup, green chartreuse, lime, and egg white.

[ions-in-the-ether]

Sacha Archer

[uutpoetry]

Valuation Price of Vegel's Mercery

AG Davis

Ask the answers, Ask the felch frondescent coils With some monti-horse bellowing allowance, Revolt comes Empty screens and a maze Despite these weaknesses Low issues issuing orphaned mesa, The width of running water in the cybertone tallow, After the flag was N Acetyl Naked, and after the soaping bar, A brutal deck detente with swollen Rakes plus resin eating Or, Serener with the eyes of saline otters Between strobed tails ordered Transatlantic abortions,

Rich, Deflated cold serums Oft a mortuary series, A terrible birthday celebration!

RE:

Greetings withstand, Saving urine forked In ceilinged hells Inborn With alpine starred incipience Nacchara.

Born in Lubbock, Texas in 1984, AG Davis is a sound poet, performance artist and composer who resides in Jacksonville, Florida. AG Davis was recently published in the anthology, Abstract|Ext, and had a novel out in March of this year through the publisher Abstract Editions.

Art by Sacha Archer

Sacha Archer is an ESL instructor, childcare provider, and writer, as well as being the editor of Simulacrum Press(simulacrumpress.ca). His work has appeared in journals such as filling Station, h&, BlazeVox, illiterature, NōD, Timglaset, Utsanga, Matrix, Word for/Word and Otoliths. Archer’s first full-length collection of poetry, Detour, was recently published by gradient books (2017), followed by Zoning Cycle (Simulacrum Press, 2017). His most recent chapbooks are, Philosophy(Simulacrum Press, 2018), The Insistence of Momentum (The Blasted Tree, 2017), and upROUTE (above/ground press, 2017). He has a chapbook of visual poems forthcoming from Inspiritus Press entitled TSK oomph. He reviews, interviews and writes what he pleases at sachaarcher.wordpress.com. Archer lives in Burlington, Ontario.

[gammm-org]

connecting the dots (of hemmingway’s blank verse) / sacha archer. 2019

[rabbitfeet200]

Relationship

Noel Gallagher

Family

Thomas- Noel's abusive father

Peggy= Noel's mother

Paul- Noel's older brother, was his favourite in the family before Paul jokingly gave a back stage pass to Liam and Liam took a photo of it

Liam-Noel's younger brother- who Noel compared to Noel's abusive father Thomas,

Father Figures:

Thomas- Noel's abusive father

Paul Weller- Noel's friend, mentor,

Johnny Marr-Noel's friend, mentor

Friends

Colin Gem Archer-friend, band mate,

Andy Bell- former band mate, Noel's boyfriend

Zak Starkey-former bandmate

Chris Sharrock- Noel's drummer

Scully-

Mark Coyle

Phil Smith-roadie, DJ

Jason Rhodes- Noel's roadie

Matt Morgan

Elton John

Bradley Cooper

Damon Albarn-Blur

Kelly Jones-stereophonics-

George Michael

James Cordon-

Ian mcCulloch

Sacha Baron Cohen

Goldie

Zane Lowe

Clint Boon-Noel used to be his roadie

Nick Grimshaw

 Mike Pickering.

inspiration

David Bowie

?

Chris Martin- Coldplay- performed with Liam

Jason D-Noel's former key board player

Nicole Appelton-

Lisa Moorish-

Patsy Kensit-

Megan Matthews-Noel's ex wife/gay beard

Sarah Mac Donald-Noel's ex wife/gay beard

Natalie Appleton-

Liam Howlett-

Russell Brand-

Serge- Kasabian- support act for Liam, Noel had Tom support on tour

Ian Robertson- former tour manager

Diane-ex girlfriend/gay beard

Clint Boon-Noel used to be his roadie

Graham Lambert-Noel used to be his roadie

Noel is a mentor to:

Fran Healy (Travis)

Miles Kane

[comparativetarot]

Knight of Coins. Art by Jon Sacha, from Goblins & Gardens.

Both farming and foraging require a diligence that only the Centaurs possess. Fresh mint and fennel found in the wild are the perfect compliments to the pears and apples grown in their hidden orchards. These fruit pies are known far and wide as the signature Centaur baked goods. To know this freedom now is a great joy to the Centaurs. For far too long the monsters of the Remembered Realms have toiled in various forms of exile. The Centaurs have always chosen seclusion. But it was in this seclusion that they dedicated themselves to a methodology unparalleled by any other living creature.

Slow and steady is the archer who’s arrow finds the target. Calm and ready is the baker who’s bread does rise. Your routine is a vehicle for your method. Gather your resources. Be thorough and keep your focus. Good things come to those who bake.

[buttsonthebeach]

“Take My Hand”

It’s been 84 years since I wrote anything, largely thanks to Smol Beach, but when @scharoux asked me to do a commission for the 14 Days of DA Lovers event, I couldn’t resist this delicious, angsty prompt.

Thank you as always for trusting me with Rhaella, Sacha, and everyone check out all the lovely art and writing for the event!

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Pairing: Rhaella Lavellan x Solas

Rating: G

Rhaella was over the edge of the cliff before she knew what had happened.

One moment - frost at her fingertips as she cast a glyph to freeze the Red Templar barrelling towards her - the next - nothing but iron-grey sky and her stomach hollowing out as she fell. She was too shocked to be afraid, to do anything but fall. Her right side hurt. Why did it hurt so terribly?

She shouldn’t be falling.

She needed to stop falling.

“Rhaella!”

The voice broke through. She reached out blindly, all animal instinct, caught hold of the edge of one of the basalt pillars that marked the Storm Coast, scrabbled to hold onto it. Processed finally that the ache in her side was an arrow. She must have been shot by a different templar as she cast the glyph.

She was slipping.

“Rhaella!”

The ocean roared below her. It would be easy, she thought, to let go. To fall. She knew she needed to hold on though. The Anchor crackled in her hand, pain lancing up her left arm as it did. She needed to hold on.

“Rhaella!”

There was a loud crack on the cliff above her, a concussive wave of force. A spell. The magic from it rushed through her own aura, made her flinch at its power.

She was slipping. She was slipping. She was going to fall. She was going to fall.

And then there was Solas above her, his hand outstretched.

“Rhaella, take my hand!”

She did it without hesitating. He pulled her up. It was as easy as falling had been. Trusting all her weight to him. He had her. He had her. 

Even through their armored gloves she could feel the strength of his hand and his arm. She could feel how he hauled her close to him as she cleared the edge of the cliff, kicking and pulling her way along to help him. She could feel his warmth, how heavily he was breathing.

He had her.

She looked at him - at the raindrops on his cheekbones, his eyelashes - at the way his pupils were blown wide, his full lips parted like he was about to say something. Like he was about to kiss her. She melted against him, willing him to.

And then she remembered.

Crestwood.

The pale blue light that wreathed his hands as he burned her vallaslin away.

Solas stepped away from her then, as he had that night.

“The boss okay?”

Bull was hefting his axe out of the body of the archer who’d shot her. The wet crunch shocked the last of the reverie from Rhaella’s system. Her wet armor clung to her and her lungs burned from screaming or panting or both. She’d nearly fallen and died in the midst of a battle. The Anchor buzzed and flickered. How could she have been so careless? Who would have sealed the rifts and defeated Corypheus if she was gone?

And how did she lose sight of all of that as she fell, as he rescued her? How did her mind circle endlessly back to him when he'd rejected her? Harden your heart, he'd said. She started to -

“I believe so,” Solas called back to Bull.

And then his hand was on her right side, where the arrow was, and Rhaella was lost again.

“I can -” she began, though the words seemed to come from somewhere outside herself as she focused on that point of contact.

“Let me -” he said, his words tripping over hers.

Rhaella let him.

Rhaella let him examine the wound even though she already knew it was more bruising than anything else, something she could easily have tended herself, because it had been only a fortnight since Crestwood (would she ever look at that name on a map again without her heart cracking open?) and that fortnight had felt like falling, freewheeling, untethered, as she replayed the scene over and over again. Standing there, his hand on her side as he examined the wound, felt like solid ground again.

Why? She wanted to ask him, even though she knew it was pointless. He hadn’t given her an answer that night or any night since then. But the terror in his voice as he called her name - as he begged for her to take his hand -

In another world. Why not this world? If you are that afraid to lose me -

“It did not pierce your armor,” he said. “But I would imagine you are quite sore from the impact. I could ease your pain if you...”

He looked away as his words trailed off. Perhaps what she was thinking was written plainly on her face.

Yes. You could ease my pain. You could tell me why.

Harden your heart, Rhaella.

“That won’t be necessary.”

Rhaella wondered if she sounded hollow to anyone who could hear her, or if it was another aftereffect of the fall. If the wind was still rushing in her ears.

Solas moved away from her. Only an inch or so, but it was enough. Boundary lines were redrawn.

"Inquisitor," he said, soft, polite, distant as the moon.

Rhaella did not heal the wound. Not right away. The ache was a reminder to stay focused on her duty, to not be so careless next time. To fix things herself, because she was alone again. Solas had made that perfectly clear.

Except -

That night, as the camp prepared to settle in, the Inquisition soldiers buzzing around them like fireflies as they worked through their last orders of the day -

Rhaella watched as Bull asked Solas if he wanted to play a game of chess with a real board this time. She saw Solas as he hesitated to answer, his own words needing to travel a great distance before he spoke them, the way her own words did (no thank you, Bull. Not tonight). She saw from the corner of her eye how he looked at her just a moment too long - just long enough that she thought she could see cracks around his mask -

And then all she wanted to do was cross the distance between him and say take my hand and pull them both back to shore.

[katscratching]

Kathryn’s collage postcard and flash fiction ‘The Jane Austen of Time Travel’ is included in Issue 73 of Filling Station.

This experimental literary magazine from Canada features exciting new work by Leslie Joy Ahenda, Sacha Archer, Conyer Clayton, Alex Dreppec, Mitchell Gunn, Mark Halpern, Glen Hogard, Katrina Johnston, Carol Krause, Ariel González Losada, gary lundy, Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah, rob mclennan, Geoffrey Nilson, Topher O’Shea (Christopher Frey), Christina M. Rau, Turandot Shayegan, Sasha Torchinsky, & Leng Ung!

Copies available here.

[garadinervi]

«Just Like Cream but Worst», No. 2, (25 sheets of white xerographic bond side-stapled thrice, leaf folded twice, all printed black photocopy), No. 2, Edited by Daniel F. Bradley, Toronto, 2021 [room 3o2 books, Ottawa]

Cover Art: Gustave Morin Contributors: Sacha Archer, Louise Bak, Carl Baker, Bill Bissett, Daniel F. Bradley, Hart Broudy, Michael Casteels, Judith Copithorne, Brian Dedora, Sam Kaufman, Gustave Morin, Alessandro Porco

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Art Zine: Out of Nowhere

Art Zine: Out of Nowhere

Out of Nowhere, curated by Robin Tomens, features works by Sacha Archer, Michael Augustin, Franco Ballabeni, Richard Biddle, Johannes S. H. Bjerg, Meikel Church, Dai Coelacanth, Dav Crabes, Federico Federici, J.D. Howse, Ian Liddle, James Robert Moore, Jane Pearrett, Robin Tomens, Paul Tone, Chris Wells. It is A4 size and contains 48 full-colour pages of vispo/concrete poetry, photograph, collage,…

[rickchung]

Archer Dining x Financial District.

Led behind the kitchen by Torafuku co-founder and Executive Chef Clement Chan, Archer is Vancouver’s latest exciting new restaurant revolving around modern Pacific Northwest-inspired cuisine focused on locally-sourced ingredients with seasonal menus throughout the year.

Flaming cheesecake: 70% dark chocolate dome, white sesame crust, miso caramel cheesecake, sour cream crémeux, blood orange gel, and a flaming Grand Marnier shot.

Charred octopus: Sacha-infused octopus’ tentacle, fingerling potato, pickled jalapeño, crispy kale, baby beets, sansho kewpie, hazelnut, and romesco.

“Cafe 43”: Bizzarri, vodka, Licor 43, coffee liqueur, orange bitters, and cacao powder.

[ions-in-the-ether]

Sacha Archer

[uutpoetry]

Mount Olympus

Reza Ghahremanzadeh

4 a.m. on Mount Olympus: Protruding bellies glistening with grease, Sweat-drenched togas, Regurgitated ambrosia, Chalices in pieces, goblets in shards, Ganymede lies unconscious, covered in stubble rash, his soft white skin ruined, Talking mirrors driven hoarse due to constant sycophancy, Old habits die hard live forever, Gray clouds slip around paradisal pillars, such an ominous fog, Souls like Charybdis, never satiated, always wanting, Goodies, goodies everywhere, But not a drop of joy.

Art by Sacha Arche. Sacha Archer is an ESL instructor, childcare provider, and writer, as well as being the editor of Simulacrum Press(simulacrumpress.ca). His work has appeared in journals such as filling Station, h&, BlazeVox, illiterature, NōD, Timglaset, Utsanga, Matrix, Word for/Word and Otoliths. Archer’s first full-length collection of poetry, Detour, was recently published by gradient books (2017), followed by Zoning Cycle (Simulacrum Press, 2017). His most recent chapbooks are, Philosophy(Simulacrum Press, 2018), The Insistence of Momentum (The Blasted Tree, 2017), and upROUTE (above/ground press, 2017). He has a chapbook of visual poems forthcoming from Inspiritus Press entitled TSK oomph. He reviews, interviews and writes what he pleases at sachaarcher.wordpress.com. Archer lives in Burlington, Ontario.

[scharoux]

Hiya Sacha! Can you tell me about your Lavellans? I love Rhaella and Meara!

Hi Idrelle!

Thank you for your ask about my girls 😊💛

Rhaella actually has an entire blog page dedicated to any and all things pertaining to her (@rouxs-rhaella). There's lots of goodies there 😉

Meara doesn't have too much on here about her, but I will happily give you a little break down about her.

Meara is actually short for Mearanna, but she hates it so she only ever goes by Meara.

Meara's older sister Mihren is actually the Inquisitor, Meara just followed after her when everything went crazy.

Meara was a tom-boy growing up. She always got into trouble because she was fearless and took no crap from anyone, and she hated when people told her she couldn't do something because she was a girl.

Meara is bisexual, and has a pretty casual outlook on sex. She's all about the no strings attached relationships, and even has a brief thing with Iron Bull, before realizing that her feelings for Cullen are pretty strong and she decides to pursue that relationship.

Meara's a rogue archer, and is pretty physically fit. She's got that whole nice super toned physique.

Hope that gives you a little snippet of Meara and that you find something good on Rhaella's page if you go take a look 😁