Gloom Cupboard

David Tait Soi Kuyang I – morning I check for mosquito bites. fingers as pincers inspecting skin – the smell of tigerbalm, snake powder, liquid light on walls. breakfast a rambutan yoghurt – a windowless cold water shower – the sound of next doors rustling gate. the ground thud of coconut and stray mongrel dog. [...]

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Kane X. Faucher The difference of signatures There are no differences without signatures, Without the gentle curlicue of an stylosyncratic Cursive script ring-fenced lines bordering space. Without your personal, bio-habilitating imprimatur Undulating or looping in a jeu d’esprit Of penmanacleship. Without the clumsy or intended collision of letters Like a shipwrecked ligature lured by the [...]

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Jess Kroll And they shall rule with an iron hoof The warnings had been there all along; on the walls on Lascaux, Chauvent-Pont-d’Arc, and others. We never knew what they meant. Until it was too late.            What follows is my attempt at the story of humanity’s swift and brutal annihilation, pieced together through a [...]

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Catherine Zickgraf Eye I was headed down the hill, horizon rising like a mountain, when a rogue giant swung back his mighty fist and bruised the pale dome’s lash line. Veins opened with the punch. On the sky, like beige paper, I chalked pale violet, yellow, drew my finger through the pastels, and made tracks [...]

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Edwin Rivera CYANOSIS I took an acetone and ether bath in the dirty morning, dressed in alloy that afternoon, drank activated sludge during dinner. Seismic session done, I hung mumbles on meathooks, sang to Zoroaster, clipped all spermatic cords and watched the cutworm traverse the gurry sound. Bedtime is static, a plane scratches across the [...]

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