The Anguish


I know you were with him through all the chambers of the night. His six legs one by one enfolded you, stunning you with surgical precision, while you drummed passion into the sternness of his exoskeleton. His antennae, each as though alive, slipped/probed about your eager shoulders, and your breath rasped across his compound eyes, driving clouds of grieving water vapor along the stuttering surface of his sight. The chattering of his mandibles drew pure iridescence into your engorged heart, and your skin surely grew hot and threaded, and to his every move you were an echo, blind in your release, deaf to all but the hive of your own symphony. In the end, his wings unfolded proudly to give him greater art in balance; and the night was wounded by the quickness of your stinging, meaningless murmurs. All this, the entire bridgeless infidelity, I could forgive had you turned at the moment of measure and with one last mammalian moment, bitten his head off. But no, my love, you did not. And I will not be next.

 
— Ken Poyner
 
 
Ken Poyner’s current books–Constant Animals (mini-fictions), The Book of Robot (speculative poetry), Victims of a Failed Civics (poetry) and Avenging Cartography (mini-fictions)–are available at the vending sites of Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other booksellers. He is a retired Information Systems Security Manager, who now cheers his wife at her powerlifting affairs, and has long conversations with their four cats and betta fish.
 
Editor’s Notes: A green fly’s shadow is merged with a woman’s silhouette

Issue 39 Poetry

Perseids

Perseids

It is late summer. August leaves and grasses are tinged with the overcooked brown of the season’s heat.

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The Eagles’ Songs

The Eagles’ Songs

The woman who knows the eagles’ songs doesn’t need a mare between her legs to taste speed.

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I had once built a birdhouse

I had once built a birdhouse

Hacked away at tree bark Broke its limbs to sever them From the rest of its body

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Night Reef

Night Reef

There is only one love here. Water becomes air. Light is only a blue dream.

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Live, Laugh, Love, Loop

Live, Laugh, Love, Loop

My time machine is geared for me alone. I don’t meet stars, make presidents, stop wars. Fantastic times hold folks I’ve loved and known.

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Reflections of You

Reflections of You

I dreamed a world much like this one, in it, we were married, we had eight kids, we lived in a house so big we had to post maps

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Redcap Days

Redcap Days

On a Pullman train in the olden times, a dark-skinned man with immaculate white gloves and a beautiful smile helps a woman on board.

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The Anguish

The Anguish

I know you were with him through all the chambers of the night. His six legs one by one enfolded you, stunning you with surgical precision

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Issue 39 Stories

  • Cuffy

    Poor little thing, I try tell him, but he don’t listen. You know how it is, he just don’t listen! You’re not gonna hurt him now, are you? They’s a time and a place. Poor little thing. He didn’t mean nothing by it. Just a time and a place, that’s all.

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  • Just A Dreamer

    there were these evil warlock types who had been about to use this magic stone, a spherical one, black with a garnet-red shine, to take over the world. But it'd been stolen from them and hidden in one of the thousands of shops in the center. I started running around looking for it …

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  • Quarantine

    There were always a few minutes that could be spared for the view, not that there was much of a view to be spared. Morning; the sky was an old yellowy eye with a sharp iris of blue.

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