Musings

  • Welcome | Dream Noir Magazine

    Welcome | Dream Noir Magazine

    Mission Statement Hello, and thanks again for stopping by. I greatly appreciate it. When I started working for different editorial boards, that gave me leverage on finding what was needed for this magazine. In the process, I ran into various creators that gave their input on what defines art. However, I didn’t like how there…

  • A Line Before The Other

    A Line Before The Other

    by Dina Hendawi  “When are we going to stop calling these terrorists the fringe and realize that they’re the mainstream.” Everyone around the staff table is uncomfortably quiet. Trent is talking to Allen, but really directing the conversation towards us. It is hard to tell if he is baiting us for his own amusement. There…

  • Horehound Candy

    Horehound Candy

    by Marco Etheridge Lieutenant Bondar scanned the battle-scarred landscape through a pair of heavy binoculars. He reconnoitered from inside a hidden basement bunker, elbows propped on the sill of a blown-out window. The powerful binoculars compressed the perspective of the broken land before him as if capturing the scene between plates of glass. Shattered trees…

  • Three Poems

    Three Poems

    by Carla Sarett Self-Portrait as Shostakovichplays stud pokersmokes a packtap dances on pianosleeps in unlit stairwellvalise packedprays not yet not yet Self-Portrait at Dinnerone person hereone person missing Addendum for Healthcare ProxyIf I lingerbefore dying Know I’m readyfor what is next. But before you setme free, play the Brandenburgsto the last note, then againjust in…

  • To M.W.

    To M.W.

    by Gabriella Garofalo A motionless warm airOld haggards stuck in food and ailmentsFlyers taped on the light poles, showing mislaid kitten-Your die hard habits, October, you old maverickDon’t we know your elegant gaslightingHas form and attitude, much to the chagrin of the waves Who never look smartHard as they tryOf a light you keep stalking…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by James Piatt The Enigma of Non-beingmy mind wandersstumbles.fallswinter winds fill minuteswith cold uncertaintyand… something elsei stagger listeningto echoes of absurdityi hearsomeone from Nowheresobbing for those like methentimelessness silence wonderingechoing nothingnessmemories lost in darknessof uncertaintylonely contents buildin the vastness of briny tears. Reality VanishedArriving in the late hoursof an iron colored metallic night,rusting symbolscovered with…

  • Holding Me, Holding You

    Holding Me, Holding You

    Rebecca Cheek (she/her/hers) is a transracial International Korean American adoptee living in South Carolina. She has a Bachelor of Science Degree in Chemistry from the University of Alabama in Huntsville with a background in manufacturing of drug delivery systems and quality assurance management in chemical manufacturing

  • And…

    And…

    by Richard Ankers Artist: KC – Khings Collage And… I loved her despite the tales, those fabricated fantasies. There was never a why, not from me. I accepted her as she was, like the clouds accepted the rain, in misery made manifest and melancholy downpours. This was just the way it was. Initially, I drove…

  • Autumn Leaves

    Autumn Leaves

    Guliz Mutlu My International Awards & Exhibitions on Drawing and Photography, 2022. 11th All Women Art Awards and Exhibition, Excellence in Art on Photography, Florida, US. 13th Abstracts Art Competition and Exhibition, Excellence in Art on Painting, Florida, US. 21st Women’s Day Exhibition, Canada. Light & Shade Art Prize and Exhibition, Los Angeles, California, US.…

  • The Unspoken

    The Unspoken

     Hafsa Moin The paintings are about the hidden stories of the artists family. Certain events of the past that are never spoken about, since they are considered dishonorable to the family. The visuals are a recreation of moments of traumatic memory and how she remembers them. The hidden ancestral history emerges from these paintings, each…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Samantha Ewing DreamsI am truly aliveWhile the sun rises outsideMy mind slowly wakingEyes not yet openvisualizingAn alternate realitywhile my body rests FlashbackI found a familiar faceMaking memories fly through my mindOf Nights spent speaking on the streetsAs we roamed ‘round in the rainUnconcerned under our umbrellaTalking ‘till the time ran outHaving to hobble homeLaughing…