by Rickey Rivers Jr. On the beach I should have just thrown myself into the ocean. That would have at least been something I could remember that wouldn’t be a memory tainted by you. […]
Author: Dream Noir Magazine
A literary+art magazine diversifying the voices of those within and outside the academics.
The Wind and What It Wheels
by Tucker Lieberman A thousand mini-flags fly underwater, isolationist at their core. All mouth, you barnacles, eating the tide, salt tongues wagging divided selves, shutting your doors to keep out the wind. Away whip the […]
A Citizen
by John Grey He fell, face cracked against sidewalk harder than a Nolan Ryan fast ball. Time passed. Dazed and nauseous, he made animal cries for help. He tried to stand, staggered, thumped into a […]
Art by Charles Talkoff
Charles Talkoff is a freelance photographer and artist. His short fiction has appeared in, Underground Voices, JMWW, 3QR, The Midway Review, and The Urbanite. He lives in Chicago.
Springtime
by Rajagopal Kaimal Blue sky. Breeze. Flowers. Birds. Springtime in her garden; her home; her heart. … Artist: Abdo Hassan I began writing poetry quite early in life. It was triggered by my puppy […]
Not Forgettable
by Ted E.F. Roberts after stretched hearts and out-loud love we writhe in a chaos of snarled sheets, haiku parts and aphorisms. nothing about you is forgettable. your breathy hushed moans and […]
You Have One Message
by Wim Coleman I see a rainbow. I thought I’d catch you there. Now I see two rainbows. I’m calling on the only Tuesday in November. It’s three-thirty in the afternoon but only temporarily. I […]
Sole Exposure (or Love Me Raw)
by Erica Jasmin Brown Let me strip for you, Take off the layers, Bare my soul in a way no one else will see. Remove the mask, Displace the veil, Show you all there is […]
Joyce
by Ed Ahern When I was fourteen there was a girl I thought was cute but never had the nerve to chase. We spent four years near but never close and thirty years in mutual […]
Behind Me in Line
by Mary Shanley She had a bobbed nose. I recognized the tell-tale incision scars around her nostrils. She wore an excess amount of copper colored face powder. When I caught a brief glimpse of her […]
