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Couch Yard: DMT

Couch Yard: DMT

Convoyage and Other series: Judith Hornbogen

Convoyage and Other series: Judith Hornbogen

Fireworks #37: Julie Fowells

Fireworks #37: Julie Fowells

Rummel Moments: Josephine Binder

Rummel Moments: Josephine Binder

Mia and Lakus: Josephine Binder

Mia and Lakus: Josephine Binder

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

the sky above Kóspallag series: László Gábor Belicza

the sky above Kóspallag series: László Gábor Belicza

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

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Short Point: Molly Peters

SOLD.

You feel like a home

The moon sold me keys for.

The front yard sign flashing reflected moonlight saying

Take this on

You’re ready-

Sold.

 

In the way timing reveals the simple things.

You feel like my safe space

Where I can fall asleep

I felt numb from the cold for so long before inhabiting these walls.

Now kept warm-

Because the heat we generate is enough to entice volcanoes to wake,

breathing motion to the waves with the blood moon-

magma spews

everything that bursts out/comes by you.

We have to be careful not to destroy our world around us.

Careful because

This ocean I see in your eyes

Wets dry towels

From swimming-

In these dreams feeling the greatest pleasures felt- I’m floating. Lace held walls in place-covered seams

shifting with rhythmic movement-marking/carving the floor-

we would finish together.

 

Investing in ‘this thing’-the best this world has to offer me.

marks an 8.7 inch n a scale For the 7th or 8th time.

Tests my old foundations, leveled up-

I’m satisfied by how you move.

It’s best if I move with you.

I’m raised up two steps to meet your lips with every kiss I’m more at home than I have ever been.

Unpacking these boxes is the only thing I want to do.

I moved towards a more balanced plan.

I am/have laid out before him.

Karen Arredondo

Untitled: Frank Marshal

Untitled: Frank Marshal

Untitled: Lucie March

Untitled: Lucie March

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Untitled: Lucie March

Convoyage and Other series: Judith Hornbogen

Convoyage and Other series: Judith Hornbogen

The Primordial Nature of the God: Kara Birnbaum + Brennan Corcoran

The Primordial Nature of the God: Kara Birnbaum + Brennan Corcoran

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Mountains Blue: DMT

Mountains Blue: DMT

A STREET CAT NAMED FEVER

my fever lives in my head

snugly

a warm cat curled up

around my brain purring until i reach for the medicine

 

to detangle the sharp claw

caught in my matter

as my body shakes and shivers

a lover’s blush covering

every inch

of my body, that thinks it is running

restless beneath

sweat soiled sheets

and misplaced hope

 

the heat

popped into a chill

just moments later -

icy, icy

i am icy, as the cat runs away looking to catch

someone else’s mind, and rest

DMT

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Untitled: Lucie March

From Earth: DMT

From Earth: DMT

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

the sky above Kóspallag series: László Gábor Belicza

the sky above Kóspallag series: László Gábor Belicza

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

Work in Progress: Lakshan Dharmapriya

The Primordial Nature of the God: Kara Birnbaum + Brennan Corcoran

The Primordial Nature of the God: Kara Birnbaum + Brennan Corcoran

Cabin Bedroom: Molly Peters

Cabin Bedroom: Molly Peters

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

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Convoyage and Other series: Judith Hornbogen

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

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TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

WE RIDE IN SMOKE
FILLED CARS WITH THE
WINDOWS ROLLED UP

Janis Joplin sits next to me

on the back seat of my father’s Pontiac,

she doesn’t wear a seatbelt.

 

She comes through the radio

when my father lights a Lucky Strike,

Janis really likes the smoke.

 

She looks like the hippies

who make out in Spencer Gifts,

long hair tangled, smells like leaves

 

ripped jeans in the knees, bare feet

granny glasses, Dad says she looks

like she crawled out of a garbage can.

He doesn’t see her like

I do even with my eyes closed.

She scares me, she’s angry.

 

Choke down cigarette fug

afraid I’ll throw up, but I know

a woman can be tough.

 

She screams in my ear.

Wrap arms over my heart,

Janis wants a piece of it.

 

Roll down the window

enough so Janis floats free

and I let myself breathe.

 

Beverly Frydman

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Evelyn Freja

Untitled: Bobby Miller

Untitled: Bobby Miller

Winter Park: Julie Fowells

Winter Park: Julie Fowells

Untitled. Toledo, Ohio: Jacob Church

Untitled. Toledo, Ohio: Jacob Church

Untitled: Frank Marshal

Untitled: Frank Marshal

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

TemixNigeria: Temi Coker

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