nostalgic view
the collapse of the wave function
Adam T. Bogar
nostalgic view
the collapse of the wave function
Adam T. Bogar
Snail-boy
I once knew a boy, who after his mother’s death simply slithered into a snail’s abandoned shell.
Many times, during rainy nights, I used to see him crawling into my dreams. After such dreams, my face and pillow are usually covered with a thin layer of him.
Now, despite the dreams having stopped, sometimes, in the middle of the night, I wake up hearing a snail’s foot pulsing in my ear.
Longing for the old days
In another life, I was a heart-shaped hair wreath put away in a psalm-book, while you were reading glasses left on a night stand, next to a glass jar filled with tulips.
Sword lily
A woman dreams about her husband’s infidelities. The dream feels long, very long, almost like her marriage. When she finally wakes up she finds herself in a vase, a glass vase, quarterly filled with water. She realizes she became a sword lily.
Réka Nyitrai
the helpful friction
of two stars in dark nights
black and white
thinking of your fingertips
at my breasts
woman power
the sweet-sour soup
served without
urban silence
a cat without teeth
smiles at me
lake ice noises
the one rift
that separate us
winter god
the first breath
without mask
Isabella Kramer
concrete mushrooms
I whisper
to insects
Roger Watson
lucifer in the goldfish of my veins
_-_-_
mannequin modeling her table legs
_-_-_
a field day for ravens the third eye of god
Lori A Minor
as if blueberries at 4am your headache
_-_-_
after the avocado ophelia counts the eggs
Michael O’Brien
script change deep REM
*
pre-Raphael
she lives in a glass
pendant
*
when god was a birdhouse
Roberta Beach Jacobson
REQUIRED SHADE:
Roof Gutter Nail Polish
shopping list
some people escape
the crosshairs
DECISIONS:
Make sure the neon light is placed into the lotus position.
GEOGRAPHICAL LOCATION:
Another galaxy with a sun orbiting body named after a type of soil.
INTERDICT:
Drinking Water Is No Longer Okay.
zodiacal light
an owl escapes moon
to moon
Alan Summers
killed turtle
a nymph awakes
to rain
the monolith is
the watch tower
the killer climbs
his head
turtle shell
she walks it to the shallows
of my eyes
fourth raft
and again this time
you let it float away
reef
she straddles
the returned
moon
to the turtle apparitions
all the blue
a face
the dreaming
to son and the fish
is the bottle
riding the break
the journey begins
with the dance
on the beach
turtle to turtle
the carapace closes
on the dreamt