I spy with my inside eyethe raging cage, high-caliber gauge,crunching, clutching touch flush withsteel feelers, sealed annealed eelsthat hold close, folds my soul, enclosed It sits hissing as I itch and hitand stand demanding expansion,screwed, disputing induced fugueagain evident, wrenched in the pen,locked in a soft, dissolving body rotting Ethan
DID Diva asks: I feel as though I’ve noticed a recent influx of DID systems on social media, especially TikTok. I believe that these disorders exist, but I’m not convinced many (if any) of those online actually have the disorder. I have mental health issues myself, and while I personally
Discourse Dignity asks: Being online for more than five minutes means that I’ve come across a lot of discourse. But the truscum debates have become overwhelming for me, especially on Tumblr. I feel like neither group is totally right and the situation has more nuance, but since I run a
In the Astral Plane, through the invisible weave of Dark Matter, and amongst the circuitry of SpaceTime there are Sacred Words. As human beings, squeezed into barely capable minds by the Terrestrial Plane’s dimensional constraints, we cannot know them. Occasionally, some of these words utter themselves to you from the
The winters in Charm City had been mild for two years in a row, maybe three. There was no snow or ice and many unseasonably warm days. This year was not the case. The weather in the city has been frigid and unforgiving. The outdoors are not welcoming to pedestrians
Charmed magic casements, opening on the foamOf perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn. John Keats The bear fell from the ceiling, climbing through a hole that wasn’t there. I had awoken to a loud cracking. I watched unblinking as a brown water crack along the white paint of the motel
In Arkansas once, near the Buffalo River. You might remember. The loneliest bull elkleft in America slowly lifted his racked head and looked around a vast, empty field. It was nearly dark,the first faint starsblinking to life above.A rare moment of quietin our car. Even the girlsseemed enchanted. Me—I saw myself preciselyas I would be if I
Ugly Music by Diannely AntiguaPoetryYesYes Books, 2019 Whenever I have taken a class or encountered work from the Medieval period, such as in a museum, there is often an accompanying explanation about the role of acoustics as a way of encouraging greater spiritual belief. The echo of voices, coupled with
Why is there something rather than nothing? Why this magical matter of atomicStardust paradisiacal particles than a formless void? Rose Knapp (she/they) is a poet and electronic producer. She has publications in Lotus-Eater, Bombay Gin, BlazeVOX, Hotel Amerika, Fence Books, Obsidian, Gargoyle, and others. She has poetry collections published with Beir
Hello my lion hearted friends — How strange and simple to be in a new year. It’s been one month of breathing 2022 air and I feel both inspired and exhausted already. This decade has been a whirlwind full of heartbreak and loss, but it is hard to feel all
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