Night Visit
by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
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by Z. I. Sadeq 1 Behold me!– Cowards and last men! It is me, the not-man. My soul is marked
Fries I’m gonna take a great time talking about fries And nothing else Fries – meaningless, right? But doesn’t it soothe you?
A cabin fire. from the window, behind curtains, rain cracks like logs in a cabin-grate
by Colin James The neglected house was visible only from above. Perfect for a bird
Winter Carousel If I crack open an imported coconut & carousel horses stream out like gold embossed milk. If I sip the milk-paint from sunset hued manes, brighten my tuneless tongue. Bleed across the pale green saddle like my sex freed.
My Wife and I at the Symphony Five women in the orchestra, she counts them like the conductor counts time. Two violin, one cello, one oboe, one bass clarinet.
by Z. I. Sadeq In the mist of emerald forests, Upon banks of crimson creeks, Beneath limbs of yellow tulipwood, At the foot of smoky peaks,
by Mario Șerban “to be – a doomful madness with crippling despair. to exist – a professedly everlasting hesitation” When random thoughts remind him how he used to feign kindness, the more ominous his psyche becomes. To be satisfied… what a pity Anon thinks that is. An individual lying to himself unconsciously. Pretending long enough […]
[Non-Euclidean Shapes] picture tides and crowded landscapes of isolation the flag of the desultory conquerors has fallen insects of chance and empty space eat away at the remaining fibers the unnamed portion of the night invites all manner of phenomena discarded objects are mapping a surface where no surface was before […]
E T R A H During the moon landing I was on earth But ever asked: how subjective is ‘here?’ At what point does famil’rity have birth? In a dark side of the sun place a hearth.