Kolawole Samuel Adebayo in the Spotlight

Kolawole Samuel Adebayo (he/him), whose piece ‘The Poem in Which I Open Myself Like a Door’ is published in issue 7 of Lucent Dreaming, is an old soul in a young Nigerian body whose poems seek to awaken the human consciousness. His works have appeared or forthcoming on Kanstellation, The Kalahari Review, Glass Poetry, Button Poetry, Burning House Press, The

Keep reading
Announcing our judges: Kandace Siobhan Walker and Matt Kendrick

Introducing our Lucent Dreaming Prize Judges for 2022

We’re so excited to introduce Kandance Siobhan Walker and Matt Kendrick, our respective poetry and flash fiction judges for the new Lucent Dreaming Prize, with a top prize of £1000 in three categories: poetry, flash fiction and short story. Both judges will be reading the top 50 longlisted entries in their respective categories. More about the judges Kandace Siobhan Walker

Keep reading

Lucent Dreaming 2021 Flash Fiction Competition, Winning and Highly Commended

We are delighted to announce the winners of Lucent Dreaming’s 2021 Flash Fiction contest. The winning stories appear below, and will be published in our upcoming 10th issue next month. Highly commended stories will appear in issue 10 of Lucent Dreaming which is available to preorder. 1st Place Jeffrey Skinner, ‘Mission Creep’ 2nd Place Julia Clayton, ‘Dacre Must Fall’ 3rd

Keep reading

Lucent Dreaming 2021 Poetry and Short Story Competition Winners Announced!

We are delighted to announce the winners of Lucent Dreaming’s 2021 Poetry and Short Story contests. The winning poems and short stories will appear below, and in our upcoming 10th issue. We would like to thank everyone who entered this year’s poetry and short story categories. We had a very difficult job narrowing down our top pieces in both categories.

Keep reading

Issue 9 arrives!

Lucent Dreaming issue 9 has arrived at Lucent HQ and we think it’s our best one yet. Subscribe today from only £20 to purchase your copy. Issue 9 features prose and poetry inspired by fairytale and folklore. And, to celebrate our upcoming third anniversary of issue 1 this April 28th, we’ve gone all out with a foil cover for our

Keep reading

Lucent Dreaming 2020 Poetry and Short Story Contest Winners Announced!

After one of the toughest judging periods in our 3+ year history, we are proud to announce the winners of Lucent Dreaming’s 2020 Poetry and Short Story contests. Read the winning poems and short stories below, and in our upcoming 8th issue. Our winning pieces comprise the judges’ unforgettable favourites, often timely, some dark, and some that bring us close

Keep reading
Connor Allen at his book signing at Hay Festival Bookshop, holding a copy of 'Miracles' and pointing with his other hand. Photograph from Sophie Buchaillard.

Connor Allen in the spotlight

This week we’re putting the spotlight on debut poet and Children’s Laureate Wales Connor Allen. Isabelle Copland interviews our author about his new children’s collection Miracles. “Every child and every person on this planet is a miracle…” What inspired you first to pick up a pen and start writing? Reading Harry Potter as a child and escaping to Hogwarts was

Keep reading

Butterfly Effect by Amy Kitcher (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

Born betwixt times — head in the old year, feet in the new — Nyathera’s tiny fists punched the air like she wanted to fight the world.“Love her well, mumewangu,” implored her mother, but the words died even before the umbilical was cut, leaving her bitter father to raise Nyathera on goat’s milk, cassava and shame.The meagre diet didn’t stunt

Keep reading

For Dad by Rosie Couch (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

He told me about the Borzoi,that he saw when he was a child –1956, roughlyHow he loved watching it runSo graceful, he was captivated And I can see it –the sun low in the sky,reflected in bright swipesacross the rippled sandThe beautiful creaturecutting across the landscape,fur damp from the wavesGliding, serene I can’t imagine his boy’s facebut I see his

Keep reading

Hocus Pocus by Lucy Aur (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

If you don’t believe in magiclet me tell you something true,that the universe pulled itself apartjust so it could make you.The smallest of bonesonce belonged to something more,and every breath you’ve ever breathedhas been let out before.The parts of you that you don’t like,from your cheekbones to your thighs,were once held inside a shooting starthat burned up in the sky.An

Keep reading

Still Life by Olivia Burness (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

1.On a particularly unforgiving morning Carla rings me and tells me to meet her at the V&A Museum where she plans to spend the day looking at people who are looking at paintings. I say yes. We meet in the main foyer and politely enquire after the other’s various schedules and scandals. In both, I am lacking, but Carla’s life

Keep reading

orange juice by Rachel Deyis (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

To write poetry is to wring truth from an orangefurl your hands so tightly into rind they turn blue,hear the thudded fall of each kerneled pip into glasswhile its juice catches on the lips between thosegreedy molecules of air-perhaps a single drop, turgid and oilywill break out of the tangled pith in slow motiondetonate into twelve, glittering tearsand you might

Keep reading

An Ode to the Scarecrow by Caitlin Tina Jones (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

There are times that I double-takeA split-second’s slow thinking, the staggeredNavigation, transgressions melting away When flesh drips from me I lose myself, entirelyThe waxy reds, wet pomegranate seeds slickingMy dresses. I remember distantly I am sentientA living, a breathing something. I materialise from obscurityEchoing limbs pulling fingers from faraway piesStapling together this misty body to remind meOf my greatest vice:

Keep reading

Automaton by Mathew Gostelow (Lucent Dreaming Issue 12)

In the knee-graze days of bikes and black ant tickles, my mum gave me a comfort snuggle hug. That’s when I heard a click-tick sound inside her, where her boomy-womby heart once thumped its beat.The furniture at home was on the ceiling now. This change made me cry and she wrapped me in that clicking, ticking cuddle. She softly told

Keep reading