by RC deWinter i live for night impatient for its swallowing the unlovely glare of day that endless maze of corners round which nothing waits but contours of routine the shuttering of eyes (my escape […]
Author: Dream Noir Magazine
A literary+art magazine diversifying the voices of those within and outside the academics.
From the Window
by Montana Rogers Margaret stood in the window, her face frozen, reflected in the glass pane. Her green eyes appeared as large apples hovering from one of the branches of the crab apple trees in […]
Artwork by Sarmonica Jones
When Sarmonica Jones is not writing her latest fiction, or poetry, she can be found pursuing a photography project, bagging the latest mountainous peak, working out at the gym, painting abstract paintings, or […]
Complications From an Almost Unfulfilled Life
by Jose Oseguera Recalling years and things that happened in them is like walking into a room and forgetting what you came in for, as when Mom started digging her long, self-manicured fingernails into my […]
Figueroa Street
by Jose Oseguera Its long, serpentine body always filthy in a compost of candy wrappers, flattened chip bags, and stained soda bottle shards— divine translucence of a Parisian rose window; their glass rattles beside me […]
Jaw Sores
by Ann Yang my jaw is swollen from holding back all the secrets clenched between my teeth … artist: Morten Lasskogen Ann Yang is a writer and poet based in the Bay Area. She has […]
Interview with Youshun Xie
by Siyun Fang & & There are signs of a turnaround in the outlook for the development of poetry, but poetry will never be as popular as it was in the Tang dynasty February 1917 […]
Suicide Squirrel
by Shawn Anto & I was driving down CSUB Way minding my own business Can I ask you something? really ask […]
Two Poems
by Yaun Changming & Skyline Roughly, at the same height of &&&&&&&&&Every rocky mountain[…]
Liquid Knowledge
by Sam Smiley Rosy cheeks and bubbly thoughts floating up to the heavens and out of our heads before we can elaborate. Our tongues are tied in knots; I giggle when your words escape you. […]
