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Anon goes for a walk

by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how…

poems by Patrick Hurley

[Non-Euclidean Shapes] picture tides and crowded landscapes of isolation the flag of the desultory conquerors has fallen insects of chance and empty space…

poems by Michael T. Smith

E T R A H During the moon landing I was on earth But ever asked: how subjective is ‘here?’ At what point does…

poems by Cristina-Monica Moldoveanu

The Watchmaker’s Song I. The first dream and the first chant of the young watchmaker It is only this wind’s chant Steeping deep in…

poems by Holly Day

Arrogance it ought to have altered my existence. I observed him bent above his composition, hours consumed informing minuscule granules of tinted sand…

Pupa

de Mario Șerban This is a narration of my self-induced dreaming experiment. Over the past few days, I have been experiencing several episodes of lucid…