Volume 6, Issue 1
POETRY
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"If you had come when I was young,
What shores we might have found, But I was closely watching, And you never came to ground." [READ FULL WORK]
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POETRY
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"They say that Betelgeuse is dying, growing dim,
A variable star gasping, In great shining sweeps, Reaching out into the dark." [READ FULL WORK] |
POETRY
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"... Portrait of a mermaid:
no more unreal or real than ladies strolling by the seashore waists crushed in by whalebone cloaked in glittering wings of jewel beetles heads adorned by hats transporting aviaries profiles merged with plumage, claws, and beaks monstrous beauties..." [READ FULL WORK] |
FICTION
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"The first stop on Tennyson’s sojourn was the office of Mr. Gadsden Bassingthwaite, a noted Harley Street specialist in matters of the respiratory system. The poet was admitted at 10:38 a.m. and shown to a room where a young man, hunched in the corner, sat listening to a ticking clock on the mantle. Various letters of Tennyson’s reveal how much the poet reviled ticking clocks and hunched young men. The young gentleman nodded in the poet’s direction."
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FICTION
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"I fancied the cigarette’s lips on my lungs, opening and closing like a surrealist clock. The more I thought of it, the more bizarre it became. A complex spider-web. A wet mansion. A wicked work of art. A demonic pause into uncertainties and a world in which nothing could be trusted."
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Customized illustrations for all published pieces provided by Evgenia Barsheva.