& make a tent out of loose-fitting neurons:
a tabernacle in the daily grind
of contrapuntal voices overlapping.
I’d like to spend three years inside your mind
& build a temple & a sacred site –
an icon made of cerebrospinal fluid.
I made a cistern. Through the pitter-patter
of thoughts attacking like a thunder-storm
there is a reservoir which draws the mass
of hopeful yearnings, duly dissipated
in the vault of nervous nothingness.
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