Fever Dream

Howie Good

Overconfident physicists will rearrange the particles of the atom. Dogs will go crazy when the mangled ghosts of those who died in the electric chair or the gas chamber or on the gallows come pounding on doors. Under ordinary circumstances, the bourgeoisie would just slip away, but their paths will be blocked by haphazardly piled bodies and body parts. The self-described “Christ of Siberia” will have eyes like piss holes in the snow. You will say with a tremble in your voice, “Alexa, what’s the news?” An army of emaciated, ravenous […]

Seth Jani

If you are alone at least
there’s a piano humming between walls,
or the mirage of music
tossed-up by your memory
like a black root, a dahlia
for that second shadow.
Is it an angel? Or only your conscience
with its dark wings dipped in amber,
a retroactive shine?
Let the humming mistake itself
for the voice of something living.
Let it sprout two legs
and a penchant for broken doors.
Let it haunt some other secret
you’ve been hiding in the night.
We still have our dusky voids.
It’s not all fossil-glare
and museum admission.
No one’s curating
your descent.
Those eighty-eight keys
played by silence
in your empty house
are the sound […]

Robert Beveridge

There’s an ambulance around here
somewhere, driven by Rasputin,
or so local legend would have it.
He specializes in patients who have
been visited by psychopomps,
and the occasional young lass
who got a hint of tainted rabbit
at the birthday dinner. It is said
the passenger seat is always claimed
by an ocelot, spade fan gripped
in his paws, always, always in motion.

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