Monthly Archives: June 2013

Issue One

Thank you to all our contributors for Issue One. We received a great mix of writing style and genre for this issue. We hope you enjoy!



God of the Underworld, Outside by Valentina Cano

Views from my Window by John Grey

The Writer by Matthew Wilson

Azhar is Violet Eyes by Tanya Yvonne

The Pupil by Matthew Wilson

Rejecting Domesticity by Valentina Cano

The Vacation by Matthew Wilson

Perfect Woman by John Grey

False Idols by Valentina Cano

The Crush by Darlene Campos

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

False Idols by Valentina Cano

She was a moment trapped in resin,
dry, quiet in his hands.
He couldn’t choose where to place her,
where to drape her form.
He made no choice
and she warmed in his hands.
Second by second,
she was no longer herself
but an elongation,
a mutation,
carved from his touch.


Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, A Narrow Fellow, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, Spark Anthology, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Caduceus,White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I’m Wrong About the World. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize.You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com


Interesting Fact: I am a snake fanatic, and currently have five very spoiled ones as pets.

1 Comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Perfect Woman by John Grey

There was an android I made love to

and I remembered how, holding

its perfect body in my hands sometimes,

I felt a sudden longing for all the imperfections,

for the childhood hills with their hidden caves

and the silly girls who went with me there,

and the pop songs we hummed all the way

up those rocky slopes,

and how, in total ignorance, we still

attained a kind of graceful knowledge

of our bodies and ourselves.

And here was a woman that really did

come with instructions,

but the way I followed them

was nothing to do with her at all.

Such tenderness, such afternoons and evenings,

and me whispering over and over,

every name my tongue could sanctify,

none of them her company logo.

 

 

John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in International Poetry Review, Chrysalis and the science fiction anthology, “Futuredaze” with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Sanskrit and Fox Cry Review.

 

Interesting Fact: I have been in every American state with the exception of Kansas.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Views From My Window by John Grey

Twilight squeezes stars

from orange rind;

horizon heads off the brain

at the eyes;

stars gather at the meridian;

constellations cloud together;

each look is a leap,

every breath a rocket stage;

you grip my arm,

nuzzle my neck,

thinking this will bind me

to the earth;

your love coalesces

like the Milky Way,

plays cute games

with my reach;

ah kiss, dream;

the journey into space…

everything must be possible

so we can stay the same;





John Grey is an Australian born poet. Recently published in International Poetry Review, Chrysalis and the science fiction anthology, “Futuredaze” with work upcoming in Potomac Review, Sanskrit and Fox Cry Review.

Interesting Fact: I have been in every American state with the exception of Kansas.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

God of the Underneath, Outside by Valentina Cano

He looked like a statue of ashes
standing by that tree.
As if his blood dripped in unending flow
to the ground.
His eyes,
pieces of sun locked in time,
refused to look up at the sky.
Everything in him screamed a tune
only the ground could hear.
And the soil,
squelching with his tepid blood,
refused him an answer.



Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, A Narrow Fellow, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, Spark Anthology, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Caduceus,White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I’m Wrong About the World. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize.You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com
Interesting Fact: I am a snake fanatic, and currently have five very spoiled ones as pets.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

Rejecting Domesticity by Valentina Cano

 

Sometimes bruises overtook
her entire body,
turning her skin into
the color of fish scales.
It came on her suddenly,
like a tide of color and pain,
while she washed her hair
or swept the kitchen counters.
She’d look down at her hands or knees
and see the ebb of purple and greens.
And with them, an ache
like a sustained scream in her bones.



Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time either writing or reading. Her works have appeared in Exercise Bowler, Blinking Cursor, Theory Train, Cartier Street Press, Berg Gasse 19, Precious Metals, A Handful of Dust, The Scarlet Sound, The Adroit Journal, Perceptions Literary Magazine, Welcome to Wherever, The Corner Club Press, Death Rattle, Danse Macabre, Subliminal Interiors, Generations Literary Journal, A Narrow Fellow, Super Poetry Highway, Stream Press, Stone Telling, Popshot, Golden Sparrow Literary Review, Rem Magazine, Structo, The 22 Magazine, The Black Fox Literary Magazine, Niteblade, Tuck Magazine, Ontologica, Congruent Spaces Magazine, Pipe Dream, Decades Review, Anatomy, Lowestof Chronicle, Muddy River Poetry Review, Lady Ink Magazine, Spark Anthology, Awaken Consciousness Magazine, Vine Leaves Literary Magazine, Avalon Literary Review, Caduceus,White Masquerade Anthology and Perhaps I’m Wrong About the World. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of the Web and the Pushcart Prize.You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com


Interesting Fact: I am a snake fanatic, and currently have five very spoiled ones as pets.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized

The Pupil by Matthew Wilson

School sucks. Its summer

for crying out loud and I want

to be out there with the adults.

I hate history.


Who cares who won what war

when it was all so long ago.

I hate science when we learn how

to make explosives and gym has

gone down hill since Tommy

lost an eye.

Some of the other children don’t hold

back when teachers watch and tell


us to kill.

With what we’re facing and what our

forefathers declared war on, it’s good we

are learned to be killers.


But I wish I could play outside just once

before we go on the ship, and fight to the death

against those who would take this world from us.

We took it from the humans fair and square last time.





Matthew Wilson, 30, is a UK resident who has been writing since small. Recently these stories have appeared in Horror Zine, Starline Poets Association and Sorcerers Signal. He is currently editing his first novel and can be contacted at twitter @matthew94544267.

Interesting Fact: I’ve received 500 rejections in my writing career and can drink the better half of a beer keg without passing out.

Leave a comment

Filed under Uncategorized