Category: Poetry

At Swim, Two Pair by Oisín Breen (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)

In two directions then, they swim, mother, sister, and kin,Their bodies half submerged in the gloaming, vespers sung,And the water around them weaves eddies: a nest of spent influencesAnd serried trails, shivering outwards in concentric circles,A plush map of hydrogen and oxygen blended, and a platformFor ambitions that span millennia, and for designs we also dearly hold,As passing seconds, marked

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Still Awake by Connor Allen (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)

Why am I still awake at 3 in the morning?I mean I’m not even yawning Because I’m not tired but my brain is constantly wiredwith a thousand and one different thoughtsand I’m sitting in my own head with a fishing rodwaiting for a thought to get caughtso I can reel it up and focus on one.No matter how hard I

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Retrograde by Lara Hamidi-Ismert (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)

Our fathers, they kidnap usto other planets. Every dad has his own –mine, dandelion streets and derelict houses. We’re headed down 96 West but stopat a party: Molotovs, needles, missing teeth,a David Lynch movie, I lose him somewhere in the noise. I step over bodies, searching,tongue covered in soot. I yell out puff of smoke.Perched out front in a lawn

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Visitor by Rachit Sharma (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)

My father’s sister were to visit him today My mother dressed me upin a green velvet shirt and dusted tons of talcum powder on my neckI smelled like Waheed’s Ammi who wears white mogra in her ears. My mother tells me that my aunt loves me. I love her too. Even though she never remembers my name. The railings at

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Chronic by Caroline Druitt (Lucent Dreaming Issue 11)

I send unsolicited pictures of my cat to mycontacts list. Make an Instagram page devotedto my leg hair. Watch videos of running wateruntil I need to pee, revel in the humanness of itall. Remember what my mother said about makingthe best of it. Write the first letters of all my loversnames on a page to make an acrostic; it spellsJJADED.

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