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2 Poems by David Peak

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Factory Work

A remote-imaging satellite glides soundlessly over a distant planet’s moon, collecting terrain correction data. The raw information of the lunar landscape is then relayed to a network of unmanned computers in an otherwise empty building located somewhere in the frozen expanse of the Arctic. The surface of the moon is like skinned fruit, rolling out of reach. Many years later, the vessel sends back evidence of absence, countless and identical images of an unending void. Sometime later still the feed stops—the arrival of data ceases. Continue reading “2 Poems by David Peak” →

insomnia by Eve Black

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– What is the night?

– Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

 

I carry the knives

 

I’m twisted in white sheets

                       maggot woman

                                    cocooned murder

 

            your bad dreams conceived me

their sticky bodies

                                    sliced the moon

                                    cut her up

            and my eyes ignited

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Never Quite As It Seems by Mike Dressel

 

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We drove toward the beach in your boyfriend’s car.

This was new, you behind the wheel, rather than our bygone late nights in the backseats of cabs and that equal distribution of power. Continue reading “Never Quite As It Seems by Mike Dressel” →

The Valkyries by Amber Agha

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THE VALKYRIES

They’re circling overhead
with bayonets of the past
sensing the fear the blood
They’re circling around me
wishing me to fail
because then
then I shall fall into their arms again
Saviours they look to be
Of me
I fall into razor arms ready to cut me till I bleed
Ready to drain me till I die
Because death seems the better place to be Continue reading “The Valkyries by Amber Agha” →

Stars in the Stairwell by F.E. Clark

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Feature image by F.E. Clark, Daily Painting — 14th February, 2018

A girl is standing on the landing. I look up the stairs at her. I can’t see her face, no matter how I peer. The dusty afternoon light scatters in through the street-side window. The girl’s features blur and shift as if a veil’s been drawn over her head—a black veil. It shimmers in the air between us.

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2 Poems by Kristin Garth

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Fawn

A nod to nap below a tree — eyelid
an elephant descends, still sees a fawn
so wobbly as she flees. Demon forbids
a chase, indica knees. Tendrils blonde,
he contemplates. Their wave, rebellion,
he close-eyed calculates: Forest frolic
after class, to swath of leaves, vermillion,
bedspread in grass. She’s smoked-out, chronic,
childlike, asleep. His push inside her dreams
so deep. She wakes to nails between her thighs,
a bolt of light in red-rimmed eyes. Her screams,
that seem internalized, deemed dreamed demise.
This game requires patience. The best games do.
The dreams of hunters demons will pursue. Continue reading “2 Poems by Kristin Garth” →

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