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Year II - Issue XXVIII
Volume LXXX
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D'evilAt a café, a woman catches a glance with a handsome man wearing a black fascist looking coat.
She smiles,
                   "I bet you think you're crazy with your
          collection of Japanese horror films, and
        snuff films. But what you don't know, is that
       I'm crazier - with my   necessary need   to rip apart
       every heart that       falls at my        feet. I don't
       poison. And no,            I don't          moonlight
       as a serial killer.     I'm worse. I'm     your worst
        nightmare. You look at  me and all you see are
           black patent leather boots and a similar coat
             as yours but what you don't see under these
                cherry red drawn lips are   teeth that
                      pierce and consume.    Eyes that
                        penetrate so deeply, they're  
                         soul stealing. Or these legs  
                                 that'll   cast   a  
                                 
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.
As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow.
Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken.
Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.
Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..
Only a short ride from the sea.
When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.
Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating.  
Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold.
Much like your heart had become..
Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.
I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes.
With the way they would trot up and down the beach in the early morning,
Their coats most often wet and muddy from crossing into the tide.
I could see the subtle enthrallment in your eyes as they dug for clams.
They would thrust their forepaws deep into the muck, throw it backward..
And at times, to my assuagement, you would smile.
Now, it feels more dist
Stardust.I partook in the poison
of your miracle, for
I believed you a magician:
You pulled chronic weariness
from my marrow—
my faith,
from hazy depths grown
too accustomed.
The eggs spoiled fast:
you pulled from your hat
an act of distrust,
and you left me
with stardust,
with stardust.

Passing JudgmentsI know the lies
you tell the Preacher Sunday mornings;
I know the affairs
you hide behind bowling leagues and book clubs;
I know that when you sit down two seats away
and turn your back to me,
you remember that rumor has it,
I've been deaf for years
and you don't mind saying--
almost too loudly--
"Oh, her?
They call her Old Lady Sally,
say her husband
beat the hearing out of her,
say she killed him in his sleep
with her bare hands."
Vignettes till SunsetHe is six years old, sitting on an electric blue chair at the back of the classroom. She walks past, almost, long hair tied up and swinging. He trips her and instead of helping her up pinches her cheek, harder than he should have but not hard enough to bruise. He gives her a lopsided grin. She slaps him and stomps away, tells the teacher.
"That just means he likes you."
She turns around and glares at him.
He thinks he loves her.
+
She is eight years old, working on her spelling assignment.  He isn't. He pokes her with the sharp end of his pencil. She moves to a different desk, but he follows and plops down on the chair next to hers. She pushes him away and he tumbles off, but he seems not to notice. He sits up again and pokes a few more times, lightly digging a heart into her upper arm. She crosses her arms at him.
"Stop it."
He pretends to think for a moment, shakes his head slowly, pinches her cheek like he did two years ago, and keeps drawing the heart. She tells the teacher, n
[untitled 2]you always look to words for
some way to get out what you cannot but
just
sometimes
you become too bottled up for words to fit
and too incoherent
too quiet
and lost
and you just
don't know
what to do
(then highlight all, delete)

:thumb346620202: The EditorMakeshift by the lake,
I watched you finish my sentence
- Hastily retracting the bitterness
and editing out
     my overstated meaning.
A fly serenaded you,
As you derooted the root,
- Deflowered the bud
and edited out
    every semblance of a meaning.
I allowed it, in the summer haze.
For you to slather me
- In someone elses
typewriter ribbons
     soaked in someone elses feeling.
But when you slept at last
I arose, painted bleach by your tongue
- Shook off your petty rules
and crossing outs
    and ran away, free - and feeling.
GrandmotherI did not cry for you.
I have never cried for anyone who has left me because
I have always believed that I am so much stronger than the hollow silence.
But you once said I was beautiful, and you once said I was brave.
You will never see me in a toga or a white dress or a maternity tee,
but I hold fast to the days when you were mine to love and to look up to,
and I will always remember you in hot chocolate and french braids.
I'm so sorry.

9. FifteenIf I could drive at night I'd
be parked outside her house
with the passenger side door open, saying
Get in
If I could drive at night I'd
take her to an empty black highway
where the stars canopy over us
and the night air is cold on the windows
If I could drive at night I'd
take her to all the places where you can
lose your phone
lose your mind
lose your lunch
and find yourself
I'd take her someplace where the moonlight that touches her skin can
heal all wounds
If I could drive at night I'd
be singing all the slow songs I knew till she fell asleep
cheek pressed to the glass,
hands clutching the seat-belt,
and I'd drive her away from all her fears
4. Distortion of FragmentsHer hand gravitated
                   to the glass
                      the surface rippling
                          waves scattering in time.
All that left her mouth was a breathy gasp.
                                                 Molten
                                bronze and gold
                      staring back at her
and all she could think of was
 she could
         feel
her hand touching another
    as distorted glass was left to drift
          &
si've misplaced my affections,
left them scattered
within so many little moments
thence i cannot hope to retrieve them:
in that room of lilies
where we sat;
at a table for two
(and this more than once);
on a street corner
where we waited (and i swallowed my true thoughts);
in a ruffle of hair
i feared to return.
glances and teasing conversations and—
in the curve of that very first smile we traded.
(i long for another smile, closer this time.)
these are all yours now
and some fragment of me
will always be in your hands.

WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart my
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
I suppose
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
you
too.
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
The Prince's Last WifeIt must be confusing
to lie down every night
not sure if you were going to be with
the man or the bear.
Sure, he's always been a man by night,
but then he's a bear by day,
with those big, sad, polar eyes,
still trying to control his massive limbs
like he's the master of his own destiny.
And yet you find those white hairs
on your good clean sheets,
on your silk pajamas,
mingled in your morning tea,
which is always waiting,
hot and steaming,
despite the fact he can't carry it in his paws.
And he watches you dressing yourself,
pulling on layer after layer, wool and wire,
because he shoots the cold
right through you,
with a nuzzle of his nose.
And he never has to dress, though at night
you can feel his skin,
and the goosebumps that line his humanity.
It must be confusing,
to lie there at night,
hoping he'll be the bear,
coming to eat you alive.

Those cadences were crystalline.I recall that you loved her
Like you loved jazz,
Bright as the gold flecks and swift brass of your movements
Breathing what you sought in the
Sine tone of her piano
Grinning as we wowed the crowd
That went up in flames and cheers.
Improvisation was like free-falling,
You weren't sure what you wanted or where you were going
And therein lay the thrill.
I loved you like flute notes and cold breaths on a midwinter morning
You loved to hear yourself speak and
I loved how your eyes alit with laughter when you didn't say a word.
You loved me like a secret smile
Auburn curls and conspiring glances
Loved the distance, maybe,
And the still unmarred proximity.
I pressed you into my memory like manuscripts and printed sheets
I loved that love was invulnerable, pristine
I loved the purity of silent glances,
The sweet taste of words unspoken
And the fleeting folly of seventeen.
:thumb344642204: What It Is To BeHe lives in the moment, forever shedding the past and never fearing what comes next. The beat of his drum is one not for words, but if you had to you could say it resembled the cacophonous melody of the world. It bursts in harmony and descends into mournful cries, embracing silence in sporadic intervals as the earth hums with it. He scoffs at death and struts hand in hand with life; right now he is infinite and will be forevermore. His confidence is the song of the living and his freedom thrives like the sun's light on winter snow. His exuberance is a thing of envy and his hubris a charming arrogance, or perhaps a youthful defiance. Ignorance is his pain and knowledge his bliss. He is all that you want to be and all that you can't be; he is what you are and what you should not be. He is everything and nothing, both one and all. Whether you accept or deny him, he is always there and always will be. Your fear and your desire, he is you. He is Truth.


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Opaline garter belt by aliasdm'F.E.A.R.' by Jelle-LightArt:thumb319250200:
SC-1081-opt by scaulier69L'Heure Bleue by Daturanoire:thumb344173486:
Black Cat II. by sachtikusA certain life by O-RenzoA lady by levifreelife
Ergaki by box426Calendar girl by candeecampbellWarm Breath by AljoschaThielen


Ferae Cover Colors Close Up by John-IndianChina Mountains by MartaNaelIria by AaronPage
Cyclops by KevinContrerasArt:thumb346636488:Hastur by AniaMitura
BEAUTIFUL DAY by ARTBYTERESANYPD (Calendar 2013) by tman2009The Great Tetris Invasion of 2012 ! (Inked Art) by Janusart
The Creator by PhotoshopIsMyKung-FuDreams about stars by EinyLuneRarity Sugar Skull by Yuyutsu-of-Kashi
Breathe in water. by mrmichaelissebastianTemple Ruins by arisuonpaaGoddess of the Koi by sanguisGelidus
Looks that kill by c85Happy Holidays! by EdgarSandovalResistor by abcartattack

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