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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…

Mission Statement

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 Best You Can Do

By: dream noir March 18, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrydepression, empty, life

Artist: Josh Hayward by Lauren Bender Her sweater takes your hand without bite, her head lifts to watch you dispense your charity. Her eye peels your skin away, and your insides scrunch up and then fold in on themselves like many palms covering faces as they buckle to weepiness. Things flutter in your chest, you…

Business Trips

By: dream noir March 18, 2019May 11, 2019

poetryart, growth, self, travels

artist: morysetta by Lauren Bender I pack my identity guides, flip and re-flip the pages in my quest to make a catalog not just of what I am and not just of what I think I am or what I would like to think I am but what I could be. Most important of all…

Blending Techniques 1 & 2

By: dream noir March 18, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrydepression, ghost, self

Artist: Anna Tsvell by Lauren Bender Don’t tell me there are people in this room; I can see them but that does not mean they exist. My sweater sleeve is mouth-soaked with the fear of swallowing. I am on a mission to be small with furtive eyes like any animal with suspicions, pricking its ears…

Tipping Point

By: dream noir March 14, 2019April 11, 2019

poetryart, night

Artist: Matthias Ripp by Lauren Bender I bled out during the night. A small wound. I don’t know why. I woke to find my body drained, a bit dizzy. Must have been midnight when I hit empty, a man rattling my doorknob back and forth slow, quiet, angry at its lock. Must have been…

Honeymoon on the Volga

By: dream noir March 14, 2019May 21, 2019

poetryheartbreak, love, poem, romance, understanding

artist: Michael Hedges by William Doreski This is our third honeymoon and the first on which you’ve spoken to me, to anyone. The Volga flows under our little room. The innkeeper wields no recognizable language. Your native Russian means nothing to him. When English falls from my mouth it writhes on the carpet, where he…

Polar Vortex

By: dream noir March 14, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrydark, human, nature, writing

artist: Moody Svnday by William Doreski The cold pouring down from the Arctic has toughened into an entity. Some kind of hideous animal, not to be petted, trusted, or even fed. Let it forage as it will. Let it growl and claw the pine-trunks. Don’t let it into the house unless you think it’s about…

Sky is Dark

By: dream noir March 12, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrylife, narrative, prose

Artist: Gaia Barnatan by Alexandria Liston A Tabby swaddled in cellophane. Smoldered stiff residue. Thinking if I didn’t eat, I could spend hundreds of dollars on clothes instead. Thinking less body would be good; Thinking less of me and more of you. The train is cold and still. Winding in loops and loops with…

On a Nebraska Interstate at Night

By: dream noir March 12, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrylife, nature, nebraska, outdoors, stars

Artist: Natasha Chomko by John Grey out of happiness, wretchedness, truth and falsity, comes this Nebraska highway, where wheat has devoured grasslands and fence posts lead the way — barely a kink in the surface, a dip in the horizon, just a farmhouse, a silo, to measure the boredom and a car keeping up with…

Should I Sit Down

By: dream noir March 5, 2019April 11, 2019

poetrydreams, magic

Artist: Unknown by Kevin Risner should I sit down with a block of tarot cards you flip each one right side up you go further down the line to the image you’re thirsting for raise it for all to see the future you have dreamt about I dreamt about so many harrowing things this past…

Proprioception

By: dream noir March 5, 2019April 11, 2019

poetry

Artist: Paul Cristina by Kevin Risner I’m alone I’m lying on my back TV muted don’t hear much except for a thrum inside of me a bump against my sternum my heart is there I’m holding my breath stop the lungs from going haywire but the heart keeps at it I see its twitch beneath…