Lost Time has already left when he wakes in the morning. is involved in a merger during coffee break will be out of the office at lunch time has gone on the road for the […]
Author: Dream Noir Magazine
A literary+art magazine diversifying the voices of those within and outside the academics.
The Quiet
by Karen Shepard I take it personally, braid it into my hair, tie it around my index finger so that I don’t forget, put it in my shoe to pain my every step, sprinkle a […]
Freshman
by Epiphany Ferrell It occurred to Marion that she’d been lying in bed quite a long time. At first she’d watched the shadow from the windowpane move up the wall, across the ceiling, down the […]
Perspective
by Megha Sood With my shackled mind and encumbered thoughts as my feet rise up steps of the old mighty temple desolate yet imbued; with the fullness of life my body disguised as a prayer […]
Divine Incantation
by Megha Sood a poem is like a spell– a memory moving through the shadows of time like a divine incantation: like a river flowing in your soul boisterous, unfettered; unapologetic. as it cleanses the […]
F*ggot by Allen Forrest
Allen Forrest is a writer, graphic artist, and filmmaker, the winner of the 2015 Leslie Jacoby Honor for Art at San Jose State University’s Reed Magazine, he lives in Vancouver, BC, Canada. His Bel Red […]
What Is Paint, What Is A Surface
Ruthorn Rujianurak (b.1994) is a Thai painter based in Bangkok. After graduating in 2016 Ruthorn moved to New York and worked there for almost two years. In 2018 He had his first solo exhibition at […]
Art by Edward Michael Supranowicz
Edward Michael Supranowicz has had artwork and poems published in the US and other countries. Both sides of his family worked in the coalmines and steel mills of Appalachia.
Photos by Christopher Woods
Christopher Woods is a writer and photographer who lives in Chappell Hill, Texas. He has published a novel, THE DREAM PATCH, a prose collection, UNDER A RIVERBED SKY, and a book of stage monologues […]
Still or Sparkling
by Greg Roensch The still water bottles were happiest when the sparkling stayed on the opposite side of the shelf. In truth, both sides preferred to keep any interaction to a minimum. The way the […]
