Even our shoes muffled, we drift in herds down their streets, bodies flapping cloths of liquid blues and greens. We sink to feeding. Our voices slice the air above slabbed bread or meat, accustomed sights. We rejoice like gardeners in pride of pruning, in snips and rearranging, success and failure fenced by useless bones and…
[ Digital Edition Available on Request | Print Edition SOLD OUT ] Issue 17 of Neon features the work of Rachelle Taylor, Sergio Ortiz, Howie Good, Louise Norlie, Carol Carpenter, Janet Smith, R Jay Slais and Noam GR. Neon is free to read. If you enjoy the work we publish a small donation is appreciated….
The last time I saw it it was stepping off the curb between two parked cars in Cleveland, its pockets empty but for her hands, its top button loose and dangling like the head of a hanged Nazi, though others swear they’ve since seen it from behind and in the somber company of rain, notwithstanding…
We—the plural “we”—we wonder what God was thinking, when He made it so that we don’t feel the cut until we see it, open, black, and emptying our entire volume of blood on the ground. How our conjoinment ends, that is another question altogether. The surgeon—God the surgeon, or Gautama Buddha, if you prefer, the…
Words don’t listenWords don’t talkDon’t do nothingYou write them downThey just kind of sit there Noam GR is a twenty year old well-mannered young lad who enjoys walking that fine line between walking a fine line and not.
When I first thought of my own death,I had no poems to put it in.Just me and the bed tucked under a cold ceiling that pulled away into black mouths. Years later,I imagined someone’s hands on my hips, my breasts. That scaredme in a different way. The ceiling paused and watched, the bed tensedunder me….
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Nicola squeals when Dean enters her. He takes this as his cue to really go for it. And he does: ramming hard, enjoying the smacking sounds his flesh makes against hers, the feel of his balls swinging under him. He hooks his fingers around her hipbones to get a better purchase and repositions himself on…
When Lizzy stabbed my grandfather I was not fazed enough to leave her. In fact, I somehow did the math to work out so that my willingness to dismiss her actions would force us closer together. Of course, this was not the case, but what else could one do? Perhaps if he had died I…
Mildred decided that she wanted to be buried alive. The grave was shaped to her body, but just before getting in she had second thoughts and for one awful moment considered the possibility that she was making a big mistake. Nonetheless she lay down with her arms folded on her breast and closed her eyes,…