The Black Naught: Episode Two

Episode One -2- Out of Orbit/Paradise I hate the day you were born. Because Dad’s absence crushes me, too. I haven’t forgotten his voice. Low, and warm like a dram of scotch whiskey, neat. When I was a kid, I would listen to his stories and lessons for hours and hours, and I’d never grow…

The Black Naught: Episode One

-1- Birds/Bleeding Hearts I remember lying down between cool cotton sheets at dusk, when the black naught in the corner of our once shared bedroom would yawn awake. I was always sent to bed early the night before the big trip to Tawas, even though I was old. I’d ignore the sentinel thing—it and I…

Sister’s Silent Psychiatrist

Sister’s soundbox/ only re/peats/ phrases she has taught herself,/ as if/ there is nothing more than./ My mouth/ is a question mark that/ hers can’t diction/ary,/ but those amber orbs I love/ open a dimension,/ meant;/ and I try to/ si/lent/ psychiatrist. © 2019 Kindra M. Austin

Moon Cactus

I dreamt of you, again. It’s been years, but in my sleep I recalled every feature of your fine pale face, and the guttural tone of your voice. I could smell you; I held my breath against the scent of menthol ciggies and gin and tonic sticking to your saliva.   I spent the night…

waltz-Gabriela M.

I waltz into an empty ballroom yesterday the ghost of Maja haunted Goya in the streets hungry demons haunted you effervescence, the molecules of those who’ll never be, a door gets slammed a key gets turned the breath of earth is choked initiation my hair gets caught deep in the coldness of the stars my…

Quotable Poe Week Five-Kindra M. Austin

IN THE BLACK   He visits the beachfront every night and shouts her name at the ireful sea. He stands at the rock-strewn coastline, his tall frame stooped and shaking as the frigid tides break before him. He laments the woman who haunts him— The Archer, a living ghost.   His heartache is a fury…

Quotable Poe Week Five-M. A. Morris

How the Stories End   No one would understand why I’m here, so I’m sure you don’t either—at least you don’t yet.  But I promise you will.  I’m going to tell you a story and then you’ll understand.  There is a method, as they say, to this madness.  Oh, and you will have the opportunity…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Kindra M. Austin

ETERNALLY OCTOBER   In his dreams, she dances in and out of shadow and luminescence. Her liquescent movements are reminiscent of a languid flame that once danced for the rose candle, which now sits cold, useless— dead since late October.   He breathes deeply scents of sandalwood and rose, the essence of her hair. He…

Quotable Poe Week Four-Lynn White

Self Contained   There used to be a man who would sit here on this bench every day gazing at the view. He was always alone. He would stretch out his arms across the back of the bench so that he filled it, completed it. Though he was always alone there never seemed space for…

Quotable Poe Week 4-Lynn White

Dreaming   There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it’s harder to discern you, to recognise your…