Stop Grieving by Sneha Subramanian Kanta upon visiting the grave of Désirée. Holland, 2015 “harmonise” – George Eliot and pause to record the width of sullen in this empty night how autumn needs dark to layer thick blankets of foliage two kapok leaves rest over the spine of a book that
Alix Edwards, whose work ‘Buddha of Trees’ is published in the second issue of Lucent Dreaming, is a visual artist and writer. Her work explores motherhood, despair, resilience, entrapment and how we interpret statistics about people. She has MAs in creative writing (Goldsmiths) and photography (Central Saint Martin’s 2016) and
Meditation by Wanda Deglane where are you right now? find it. feel the earth spinning slowly all around you, your body so smooth and still you can actually see its rotation. listen for the sounds- waves crashing. a child, finding her mother. the whales searching for home. feel the sand,
Grey Areas by GJ Hart 1 Despite what his apologetic yet mildly officious text claimed, Brian was not presently resident at a mindfulness retreat on the banks of Lake Windlemere dismantling his perplexities. Instead, Brian was doing what Brian had done every night since staggering home to discover Janet’s Dear
Joanne Walton, whose short story ‘Saving Wonder’ is published in the second issue of Lucent Dreaming, lives and works in Birmingham. She enjoys writing stories that blend fantastic happenings with realistic feelings and emotions, and is a big fan of happy endings. Her work has previously appeared in student anthologies
I’m convinced that faeries live here It is hidden ’twixt the feather-light Sprigs and deadly thin thorn bushes That drape around the pool, blinding One realm from another. The pool sits like a mirror But I don’t see myself peering Into the metallic basin Two steps beneath my feet
Mineral King by Caroline Gerardo They pack snowshoes, cross-country skis and climbing gear in the Subaru with their Golden Retriever. Dan wears mirrored glasses while driving. “My blue eyes need protection,” Dan says smirking. “Did you hear Kaweah River’s full?” Lisa asks her boyfriend. His sneer turns smile, his wire-rimmed
