The Larcenist (Volume 2, Issue #1)

By Audrey Rey and Mina Hunt

The Larcenist is an international literary magazine, published bimonthly in paperback and ebook form.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Feb 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781312918122

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The Larcenist (Volume 2, Issue #1)

The Larcenist

Stealing reality to achieve art

The Larcenist

Volume II, Issue 1

(February/March, 2015)

ISBN: 978-1-312-91812-2

Editors:

Audrey Rey (poetry, stageplay)

Mina Hunt (prose, stageplay)

Illustrations: Hana Mori

License: Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 2.0

Cover illustration based on the story The Unfinished Death by C. Rose Lange.

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Poetry

Zita Nonie Hasenkamp

Mend Me

It’s so terribly hard for me

To even think about you.

We punish each other with

Indifference.

I was too small

To see over your

Tall cold stone

Walls, so I feel I’ll never know

What really lies within.

What was once so warm

So comforting,

Like a small shelter in the midst

Of a harshly stinging blizzard,

Was only false security.

I found the line between my delusion

And a hard reality,

And I’m stuck with one foot

Planted on either side,

There’s no escape.

I’m caught on the end of

Your fishing line,

And i feel it

Tug, tug, tugging

At my heart.

You’re still pulling on it,

Unconsciously drawing me nearer

As we grow further apart.

The result...

A gory mess.

I never wanted anything more than

The ability to

Choose between being caught

Or set free.

I am, ironically, but a bystander,

A spectator,

An onlooker,

As the battle is waged

Turning me inside-out.

It hangs in the balance,

Precariously perched, just waiting

To tilt

And plummet over the edge

And you’re the one who must

Give it a nudge.

It’s not your fault

Darling,

You think you’re sadistic,

But you don’t enjoy causing real pain.

Love is a time-bomb

Waiting for it’s moment

Tick tick tick

Patience-straining

Heart-wrenching

Spell-binding

Suspense.

But it hangs in the air

Like an unspoken question

A lingering thought

The breath from your lungs.

Yank.

The warmth of your hand.

Rip.

Your shielding embrace.

Tear.

The sound of your heart.

Drip.

Like the sound of the rain.

Drop.

Or tears on our skin.

Drip. Drop.

Or blood from a wound...

It’s fake, false, lies

Like a lucid dream.

Sew me up

Or tear me apart

I numbed myself long ago.

One pill, two, three...

Whisk away my pain and my mind

Along with it.

All I wanted was peace-of-mind

Give me a hint

Give me a sign.

All I see in your eyes

Is a blank slate

An empty mind

Shielded from my prying fingers

I wanted to know what thoughts

Were hiding behind that lovely

Work of art,

Your expertly painted façade.

So I chose to be

A rag doll in your hands

A marionette on a string

An automaton without

Life, light, love.

I don’t care...

I don’t care...

I try not to

Feel

Any

More

... I do care

... I will always care

... so do what you will to me...

The world is just a heartless machine

Feeding me hopes

And feeding me dreams

Poison poison poison,

All of it.

Whispers in my ear.

Drip.

My lips on your cheek.

Drop.

Promises of what might have been.

Drip. Drop. Drip.

Into my glass,

Take a sip,

Burning throats and foggy minds

Spinning rooms and fading...

Fading

Until there’s no darkness

Or light

Just grey:

Blankness

Charcoal

Ash

Cold, cold

Emotionlessly cold

Metal

And it’s lodged in my heart

I want it out

But I don’t

But I do

But I don’t

Want to lose

You...

Chalcedony

Our souls were like

The eyes of children

Long before

Careless hands stirred the

Dust that settled in the

Bottoms of our hearts.

Out of sight is out of

Mind but

We have consciences for

A good reason.

We studied our plain

Reflections in the pools

Of our tears mixed

With the morning dew

Until the glittering turquoise

Water made our

Countenances look like

Gemstones.

Our greedy lungs

Grew tired of oxygen,

So we sunk deep into

The bottomless puddles

And inhaled deeply.

We soothed our throats

At the expense of

Our lives, but

Sometimes we kill

Ourselves father than

Endure painful betrayals.

Follow  me as the

Watery stars lead us

Deeper into darkness,

For they will purge us of

Our prosaic existence

Right before our eyes,

Which were once as

Pure and lovely

As polished chalcedony.

Max Reagan

Nostalgia & Cyanide

The air is full of cider

And cyanide

Pills bloom

In the fermented

Loin of her

Apple

Diced in half

Cut in cubes

Syphoning the sludge

To a single garden

I recall a breeze

that blew your kiss

in my face

and the saliva

that drooled

from the ripened sky

Drenched my hair

In sonic bliss!

I tasted your flower

Chewed