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Awaiting the Death of Spin by David Lewis Pogson (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

A rabid wolf strides the trees,Carrying the spinning disease.Infecting the blood Blue or Red,Herding the headless chickens andThe ostrich that buries its head. The wolf pays heed to no voice,Leaving victims without any choice.And loyal supporters lie deadAmongst the headless chickens andThe ostrich that buries its head. Populism freed it to maim,To attack those lacking in blame.And its poison will

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The Sweet Life by Tom Morgan (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

I’m admitted to the ward on a Thursday. I know it’s a Thursday because during the interview to assess my mental state I was asked twice if I knew what day it was. I answered incorrectly both times, just to secure my admission. I’d visited my GP at noon and by six pm I was barefoot having my possessions inventoried

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Living in a State by Tithi M (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

Do you know what a water cannon feels like on naked skin? On a cold Delhi night, we sat sipping hot chai and sang songs of Kashmir.Snow-clad mountains, skipping stones at the banks of JhelumShayaris at the corner of her lips, orchards of apples fallen straight from Eden.The rippling Dal lake where houseboats kept every lovers’ secrets,and kesar blooming in

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The Season of Adolescence by Fenella (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

That year, in Hardy country, the rot bloomed:The wild blackberries hanged themselves in the hedgerows,Blistered, blackened,fat, swollen,dead, aching, over-ripe.All the seams of summer had burst,the whole county was sick with it,a diaphanous, bristling heat,that nestled and struck.It struck us,the sun-seared, sun-sloshed, sun-sly,Skin peeled, snake childrenRiotous, dedicated to the revelry of our becoming.Those strange, slothful, dog-dayswere an end to the nosebleed

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The Rose Tower by Holly Peters (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

He sowed the seeds not long ago,Surrounding the tower, a moat of buds,A sea of red: roses, lips, blood. He fed them, watered them, raised themAs his own,Watched them bloom,Taught them to be tall and proud –Tended, nourished, nurtured.But then he chopped them back,Pillaged each petal –Pruned, sheared, raked –Stripped. The flowers cowered in his shadow,The tall tower starving them

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Accretion by Laura Wainwright (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

Witnessthe birth of a new planet:an amassing sphere of spiderlings,packed like crushed coriander seeds,quietly consolidating their dream of animperfect circle. Disturbed, they run, a brokenyolk, in all directions, plot a constellation, rangelike a rash on the warm skin of the wall, beforeamending, regrouping, adapting. Determinedlyrounding. Remembering again their unlikepole. One world, for now,mended. Browse issue 6 in full. Lucent Dreaming

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On a Male Walker by Aaron Facer (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

I am a weaver. I slip between my fellow cordsand – half by accident, half in love – watch the tapestrycreate itself. It is morning and Wellfield Roadis still in half-shade. It’s here that you seea narrow pavement is never too narrow. Betweenprams and binbags, signposts and the elderly,I edge past with kingfisher electricity and precision.I’m living for the near-misses,

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Silver Birch by David Hartley (Lucent Dreaming Issue 6)

“Take a seat.” It takes no speaking to see the doctor now. Just book online, then check-in on the touchscreen, then wait for your name, then open the door, then sit on the chair that is lower than his. She flutters down to it. He hasn’t looked at her yet. He’s looking at her record on the computer. Sparse, bare.

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