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The Larcenist (Volume 2, Issue #4) - Audrey Rey
The Larcenist
Stealing reality to achieve art
The Larcenist
Volume II, Issue 4
(August/September, 2015)
ISBN: 978-1-329-47023-1
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 Hollow Man by Sara Slova
Perisic.
Visit http://thelarcenistmagazine.wordpress.com for more information.
Poetry
Lucia Morgan
The Optimist
The clouds
Drift,
Over tumbleweeds,
Slowed by their silver-linings,
And the hymn of the dust,
Praying for rain.
I take the time to count our position,
Making blots on the map,
And planning for the future,
Without heed to the heat, or the dryness.
Here...
Here is where we'll start civilization
.
Their eyes pointed up to invisible stars,
Because,
They were blinded by the sun.
Aura Inanna
Don't Cry on the Car Ride Home, You're Driving Now
You hold the sky on your shoulders
because you can no longer hold me.
The clouds tangle in your hair
frizzed from the humidity of the troposphere,
you blow them away from the scruff on your cheeks
with your teaspoon-of-cough-syrup,
just-half-a-cigarette breath.
When it rains I smell your cologne,
musky and spicy and warm,
especially in our busted 1980s car,
raindrops dripping from the whipping blades,
into the cracked window,
my hands in the same spots
worn by your calloused fists,
listening to a Warrior’s Concerto,
loved from a mixed tape tucked between pages
of an atlas of the world you’re still,
always protecting.
Gabrielle LaFrank
A Shakespearian Death
To be or not to be?
That is not the question.
You are living.
You are being.
You are.
To be or not to be?
In the end that is the question.
To stop living?
To cease being?
Then you are not.
You never were.
Max Reagan
Fallopian Galaxy
Miscommunicated synchronic irises
Seismographic tetrahydrofuran milk
Blooming hydrosexual psych colloid
Crystals and squirting gaseous fucks
Quixotic fumes wistfully wafting digits
A liquid nova mirrors ennuis avon
Refracting reflections of bursted
Bulbs and advertising vaginas
Blossoming into pixels
Hydrophobic or either homophonic
Lydia's cunt is homophobic
Blue lies under betrayed skies
Holidays on Tuesday and dreams
Underneath featherbrained rhymes
Practically fictionalizing the oxygen
With an orange fire for thumbs
Contemplate singe and binge flames
Hangnail lashes out at moon rock
Lunar sketches and graphite granite
Mail in the mail box rusted and dry
Wet sky transparent and transplanted
Though there is nothing welled up
Or enough voice to reply
Forbidden oceans float in heaven
Deeper than Fallopian planets or
Gyro optic blood moons
Radium radius radically seeping pus
Opaque history fading into dirt and
All the years of endless vermin
Fumigation of color coiffed planets
And vermin yellow sassy asses
Hydrogen laughs at peroxide
Says, fuck your chemistry
***•••
Starlight intoxicates cloudscapes
Shedding skin and scales and skies
Feathers ignited by milky sunshine
Lactic acid solar systems and
Lactalbumin satellites
Wishing for 3
Suns to orbit her
Fallopian moons -
core of magma
And ova bubbles fizzing lava nerves
Galactic atom grows towards them
The sun flows ink - a fountainhead light
Circumstances and circumventing
Shapes and circumferential
Cosmic circumferences causing
Webs of stars to stick to cold rocks
Insects in space and space in hearts
Brains in catalyzed psychosis bulbs
Bulbs blank and bright and blurred
Black everywhere else but here
Starburst and Sour Novas shed super
Sonic systems of placental bubbles
Three hundred thousand years of
Silence to find a door only one mile
From nowhere though now here
The center is vanished and twisted
So full of locks to keys and seas
Raining flame and pubic drops of air
Spiral interstellar dots connected
Forming eyes and smiling birds
Seeded with vaginal vortexes
Supernovas exploding into faces
Of quiet and quick, quaint quacks
Quintessential nipples seeping sound
Titanic mounds of dust atop roof
Breasts full of pulp and eyes void
Of tears, lava and electricity
Stars scope and orbit stumbling
Through the world it knows of
Worldless and wordless nothingness
Questioning itself and the spinning
Spirits of time, and sons of bitches
(Fusion)••
A transcendent blue rhino says
Translation comes tomorrow
A contemplating skeleton waves
After fibrosis decaying sorrow
Now at last bubbles burst
In space sucked dry of thirst
How many moons can I borrow?
Saturn seeps semen and
Impregnates Venus
By sticking it's cosmic penis
In Uranus -- oblivious
Belly blowing swells cold
Umbilical Orion stretches North
( up down left right)
A leftover enzyme transmits
Anecdotes and carbon dreams
There's bones walking around
In the funnel unbelievably
Towards the end of the tunnel
Blank and black and forever
===
11
Gaston Villanueva
Tell the Truth and Run
Somewhere along the way, my focus shifted from living my life to filling yours with memories.
Fran Marie
Spinning
Dream your dream
come with me
to utopia
where shangrila
awaits with
Venus
Stir your senses
to Saturn skies
one step away
from heaven's gate
leading to
Nirvana
Dip your desires
in Neptune's sea
succumb to
sublime bliss
drenched in
paradise
Chart your course
spinning thoughts
in rapid force
calming ever-changing
breathing winds of
Mercury
Summon the stars
lighting the fires
of the universe
striking an iron sword
conquering
Mars
Taste the temptation
from dawn to dusk
in morning's sun
and magic night's moon
sweet ambrosia on
Earth
Possess the power
to break free
those binds
of restraint
unleashing chains of
Uranus
Scheme the scene
take the chance
let luck be
familiar in mystical
themes of
Jupiter
Ride your rhythm
savoring flavor of
forbidden fruits
where no rules apply
you and I spinning in
Pluto
Zahra Akbar
And I Write Poetry
Mornings endow new melodies
as birds break into dawn chorus
and zephyrs lift the hearts concealing
resplendence of unforeseen arrivals.
the meadows are painted
in serendipitous shades,
Epiphanies flutter
tracing mysteries in asymmetrical lines,
from your heart to mine;
and I write poetry.
Sun rays scatter upon the paths
verve of golden fancies,
holding hands, as we walk
beneath cerulean reveries,
with a newly discovered buoyancy in souls.
And I write poetry.
Faces
Layers and some veils,
I have many faces and
none of them untrue.
Prose
Connor Burrows
Along the River
The Delaware River bends down from Charleston, southward to the ruins of the old water mill and out through the hills and over the county line. It lays nestled there in the valley, and from those hills one can see the river and further along the entire town. As a boy James played here often with other boys, and sometimes girls; they would play at house when they were very young, and when they grew older and the girls had gone off, they played at war. The stone walls of the mill crumbled into the water every so often with splashes that endowed the area with a chaotic sense of decay, and they held in themselves stories and romanticism which could only be guessed at by children and were certainly more beautiful in the hands of their unrecognizing hindsight.
James Williams, no longer a child, walked slowly down the hill and towards the river. The trees were tall but not silent as the leaves were rattled in the wind and they hung down over James as he continued through them, smelling their dampness mixed with the fall air. The trees began to thin as he approached the bank and he could see Eva sitting at the dock, which jutted out from next to the boathouse. Eva’s hair was long, and she had dressed warmly as to ward off the chill of the wind that brushed across the river and