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Immortal Suicide [Poetry]

by Lily Luchesi: I thought I died Then I opened my eyes The moonlight…it was too bright I had to shade my face I felt like I was burning I tried to stand But it was so hard I was [...]

Fiction, Poetry, Short Fiction and Poetry

In Essence Past 2 [Poetry]

by Timothy Frasier: Electric sleep with stuttering images in black and white Clutching at a reality made of mist and fragile cobwebs The constant smell of ozone with the taste of copper Hiding forever in dread with fragmented memory I [...]

Poetry

Rainbow Connection in Grayscale [Poetry]

by Jay Newman: Where color doesn’t come, imps scurry splintered floorboards— furry, felt-pawed, webbed-footed, cloven-hooved— hollow remnants—dead puppet master—no strings attached behind moth-ball curtains of dust-painted suits and button-down cigarette burns. Waiting—smiling, unblinking—beneath grime-glossed mirrors—sinking—Morpheus night terrors outside spider-cracked windows—above— [...]

Poetry

Solipsist Insomniac [Poetry]

by Jay Newman: Night hums through the gaping window; a chill sifts between cracks in the blinds but cannot permeate the heat vibrations swimming through the dark, so I lay in bed with my eyes dried open, wipe a glaze [...]

Poetry

Epileptic Permeance and Other Poems [Poetry]

by Laramore Black: Epileptic Permeance Cringing head left in shiver psychotic trombone notes splitting migraine rain quiver let the presence of noir come let me forget a while more. No One’s Listening, Jacque Fresco You aren’t prepared for quantum semantics empowered [...]

Poetry

In Essence Past [Poetry]

by Timothy Frasier: Electric sleep with stuttering images in black and white Clutching at a reality made of mist and fragile cobwebs The constant smell of ozone with the taste of copper Hiding forever in dread with fragmented memory I [...]

Poetry

My Ligeia [Poetry]

by Jay Newman: Death came and stole the last breath of freedom from the shadows underneath the covers and stiffened the raven’s hair with comfort of thousands of full moons at midnight, glaring pale on hardened cheeks and broken, lack-luster [...]

Poetry