Pulled Over

By: dream noir February 28, 2019April 11, 2019 fictioncops, humor, people, short story

Artist: Olivia Steele by Christopher Bell “I still don’t know what to do with that spare room.” Elaine let her fingers edge in and out of the window. “I mean, it can’t just be for all that shit we don’t wanna deal with.” “I thought that’s why we got the two bedroom.” Tim drove faster…

Playing Favorites

By: dream noir November 13, 2018April 11, 2019 fiction

Artist: Jim Ford by Jason Graff There’s still time before lunch, so I tuck the day-old bagel back into the bag. Back when Randolph McLeigh owned the bakery, he gave away day-olds. I hate to see such a nice young man get a ticket. More so than the Irish fellow. I pinch a couple dimes…

Bau

By: dream noir November 3, 2018April 11, 2019 fiction, proseadoption, dogs, family, love

Artist: John Truck by Grace Yannotta The dog sits in the corner of the room. She looks like one of those pharaoh dogs, Suze thinks, the lithe golden body, the sharp ears, the keen dark eyes. The ones that line the tombs of the olden kings. The protectors. She knows she’s not supposed to…

Collecting

By: dream noir July 12, 2018April 11, 2019 fictionlove, people, privilege, relationship

Artist: Sajjad Musa by Trista Hurley-Waxali When he said we were moving in, I wasn’t sure what he meant. Most of our friends were demolishing and then rebuilding, so it wasn’t so much as moving in but entering a perfectly designed space. At least, that was the promise that architects have when they competed like football teams…

Cafone

By: dream noir June 25, 2018April 11, 2019 fictiondeath, life, writing

Artist: Stephen Coley by Salvatore Difalco When my father was in the late stages of terminal lung cancer — chemo and two operations had not slowed it down — a group of his friends came to our house to visit him. They had been drinking. Giacchino Palmieri, his godson, the loudest among them, slurred and slobbered greetings to my father, who…

Forgive Us

By: dream noir June 25, 2018April 11, 2019 fictionelderly, family, life, writing

Artist: Julia Geiser by Salvatore Difalco “Ma,” my sister said, “we’re taking you to an appointment. We have to be there at ten o’clock. Do you understand, ma?” Maria, the oldest of my cousins, had come along for support. My mother trusted her. She smiled at Maria; her eyes looked bluer than usual that day,…

About

Dream Noir is a literary vortex for all the appreciation art has to offer; created in 2018 by Day Sibley to give a platform for various types of craftsmanship of words, thoughts, and visuals. With that, this magazine is looking for the in-depth authenticity of what the artist can create by dishing out their ideas…

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Hello and thanks again for stopping by to check out Dream Noir, our team greatly appreciates it. It has always been a passion of mine to start a literary art magazine but didn’t know how at the time, when I started working for editorial boards in different organizations that gave me leverage on how to…

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The Dead by Maura O’Connor

By: dream noir May 19, 2019May 19, 2019

poetry90s, aids, america, death, friends, friendship, gief, hate, HIV, life, love, poem, poetry1 Comment

artist: irune bo by Maura O’Connor one by one, they were all becoming shades… —James Joyce I fled your deaths. They happened anyway. Me, the missing witness. Michael, I will miss you most. The roses you gave me the night you told me you hated me. The song you wrote comparing my eyes to ocean…

Imitation Tiffany

By: dream noir May 16, 2019May 21, 2019

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artist: Luisa Jung by Don Thompson (Father X) The old priest must have died soon after that Sunday, his last crack at the Eucharist. What was his name? Forgotten… But I still hear his voice, already faint and far away, sounding like he had cellophane in his lungs. We followed along in our prayer books…

Two Poems

By: dream noir May 16, 2019May 16, 2019

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artist: rosa picnic by Margarita Serafimova The Grave If my father is in it, the whole world is also there, headed by me – a fanfare. Along Athinas I was leading my heart by my hand. It was walking slowly as it was growing wings. ___ Margarita Serafimova was shortlisted for the Montreal International Poetry…

The End of Whaling

By: dream noir May 2, 2019May 11, 2019

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artist: early worm by D.S. Maolalai and so we grew tired of lamp-oil. whaling too cruel a sport and death too much a price. dirty yellow light like tobacco-stained apartments. too cruel. better to crack the skin of rocks and dig down. and we did and black oil oozed forth, a boon without cruelty. more…

The Smell of Hospitals

By: dream noir May 2, 2019May 12, 2019

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artist: unknown by D.S. Maolalai I sit in my kitchen drinking wine, banging out letters surrounded by drowning shirts and shiny trousers. laundry day and they hang, shapeless as crashed traffic. there is something; the drip comes like footsteps in rattles on the lino. life – car-wreck surrounded with grim chance and the smell of…

Cartoons

By: dream noir May 2, 2019May 12, 2019

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artist: julia walck by D.S. Maolalai my friends send me news articles which I really should be reading but instead I go on YouTube and hunt for old cartoons; Wile E Coyote and Elmer Fudd – I always like the losers in every game I see but in the news today none of the losers…

Art by Alexandre Nodopaka

By: dream noir May 2, 2019May 11, 2019

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___ Alexandre Nodopaka originated in Kiyv, Ukraine. Speaks San Franciscan, Parisian, Barcelonan, Kievan, & Muscovite i un poco de Espanol. Mumbles in English. He propounds having studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Presently full time author, visual artist but considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations.

Photography by Fabrice Poussin

By: dream noir May 2, 2019May 2, 2019

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___ Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.

Yes Poetry Magazine

By: dream noir April 4, 2019May 12, 2019

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Untitled design — Poetry can take time. Poetry needs silence. Taking breaks and allowing yourself to calibrate and feel and live between the words and lines makes all the difference. You are a poet even when you aren’t “writing.”

Signing Forms

By: dream noir April 4, 2019May 12, 2019

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artist: Seamlessoo by Catherine Zickgraf That December, home from school, I’d finish my shift at 3 a.m. My hands cracked gripping the wheel. My breath froze in my lungs I though they’d turn to stone. The houses, too, were hollow. The road, too, unlit. My job was to go home. I sat on the steps…