Skip to content

Dream Noir

literary + art magazine

  • home
  • about
  • musings
    • art
    • fiction
    • interview
    • op-eds
    • poetry
    • prose
    • review
  • submit here
  • contact
    • feedback

Tag: body

A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears
Posted on July 2, 2019April 19, 2022

A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears

by Kristina Krumova with it you can write a poem on my belly and if you don’t like it you can wipe it off with your hand with a dress a sheet or you can leave it to drip down slowly until the words lose their meaning You can leave it to dry up there … Continue reading A Banal Provocation But With A Flavor of Ripe Pears

I Have No Time
Posted on June 12, 2019April 19, 2022

I Have No Time

I have no time by Rebecca Ruth Gould
to cover up and correct the unfortunate crack in the window that exposes my nude body. Sorry, construction worker, You’ll have to control your gaze. This is my home.
I will enjoy my nakedness
any way I please.

Continue reading I Have No Time

Moonlight & Famine
Posted on February 28, 2019April 19, 2022

Moonlight & Famine

by Lena Ziegler & Find you murky   inside my skin  rattling loose splinters from my tongue a rot within this ghost breathing through the letters of your face a name that rhymes sweet forgiveness &   I sense a tingle in   your brain a tickle   asking for the cure you’ve been the wild burn of forest … Continue reading Moonlight & Famine

In Ohio There Is a Window Always Open
Posted on February 28, 2019April 19, 2022

In Ohio There Is a Window Always Open

by Lena Ziegler and I want someone to notice my skin sewn crooked from patches of light I know women embarrassed to be naked in the presence of no one no one a self they have selved into being I know a man whose bones linger exposed whose muscles tense when touched I know a … Continue reading In Ohio There Is a Window Always Open

If My Name Were a Verb
Posted on July 11, 2018February 28, 2022

If My Name Were a Verb

by Glen Armstrong My body is here again. It doesn’t want to be. I’m angry at my clothing. I feel unbalanced when I watch movies about people starting over in new towns. My body has been to Detroit. It’s best to say that danger isn’t dangerous. I’m angry that the sensuous yet pragmatic shape of … Continue reading If My Name Were a Verb

Menu

  • home
  • about
  • musings
    • art
    • fiction
    • interview
    • op-eds
    • poetry
    • prose
    • review
  • submit here
  • contact
    • feedback
  • Twitter
  • Instagram
  • YouTube
  • PayPal
Subscription

🌎 Translate

Listed

Duotrope

New Pages

The Grinder

Poets & Writers 

 

abstract abuse america animals art body creative writing death depression digital art editors family fantasy fiction flash fiction haiku heartbreak horror inspiration life love love poem masthead micropoems murder nature paintings people photography poem poems poetry prose romance sadness self sex short story story symbolism visual war water womanhood writing

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com
  • Follow Following
    • Dream Noir
    • Join 935 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Dream Noir
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar