“Blurring” was previously published in The Cathach Take off your coat.Let it fall from you.I want to watch you do that.I’ve been thinking of you too much.Now, I want to make you real.Do that and come here,Take off yourself and hang it on me.Fall from yourself and don’t think.Stop talking.To name this momentIs to sap…
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Ticking Clock
Why did I walk through that door? I think you know. I came to see you. I forget how it ended last night. I remember wine and laughing. We examined paintings by Dali. Then came news of the ticking clock, more of a lecture really. Did you go to bed happy? Sad? If it was…
Neon Literary Magazine Issue 27
[ Digital Edition Available On Request | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] Issue 27 of Neon features the work of Jonathan Volk, Brett Elizabeth Jenkins, Hallie Steiner, Christina Thatcher, Leslianne Wilder, Heather Kamins, Ben Parker, Deanna Larsen, and Tyler Bigney. Neon is free to read online, and costs just £2.50 for a physical copy. Each…
City of Glass
One morning we woke to find the citycomposed entirely of glass, prismaticin the low sun glancing off sharp edges.Not one object remained that had not bledits colour into the ground in the night.From the deep shock-proof shells of officesto the etched headlines on delicate sheetsof stacked papers, everything was washed clear.Only the pavements, foundations and…
Fifteen
My bedroom is full of ghosts and glow in the dark stars I glued to the ceiling when I was fifteenand in sort-of love with a girl who smiled a mouth full of metal,the brackets of her braces alternatingher favourite colours: pink purple pink purple pink purple. I exhaled perfect O’s with a cigarette I…
Sweepers
Manhattan. They bought the island for beads and built it up into a forest of steel and glass. I used to spit in executives’ cobb salads at the cafeteria, listen to them talk about eating little companies, and look out over their shoulders at all the buildings spiking up, gray, white, and shining, like they…
Holiday
He asked a simple thing: go for a ride in his car, just around the park’s edge, just this once. I was a girl who felt guilty refusing. We drove along the park in a slow dissolve, like an ice cube on a finger. I watched children my age surround a boy with a gold…
Neon Literary Magazine Issue 26
[ Digital Edition Available on Request | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] Issue 26 of Neon features the work of Grant Loveys, Gregory Dunn, LE Butler, Amy Schreibman Walter, Ashley Maser, Nemone Thornes, and CJ Opperthauser. Neon is free to read online, and costs just £2.50 for a physical copy. Each issue is 40 pages,…
A Thousand Dead Blackbirds Fall from the Sky
They say it might have been lightning, maybe hail. It might have been fireworkson New Year’s Eve, drunken truckers boot-snuffing the smouldering matches.Somehow, they all died. A quick airborne heart-stop–engines turned off. Wind plucked feathers from wings twisting maniacally, marionettes cut loose from their strings–some skyward cemetery gutted open, raining onto cars, small thuds on…
Torque
A dishevelled man placed his palmon my son’s head and said“Hello, Mason.”We were on the number 8 bus.We had never seen this man before.The sky was the exact greyof the seats we were sitting on. My son looked up at meand I could see a white-hot wireglowing behind his eyes.I said “He must have heard…