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SUBMIT – BLAKELIGHT Submission to Blakelight is always open. We accept poetry and prose but we do ask that you follow the guidelines to ensure your work is read: Poetry: Please include a maximum of five submissions in one document. The document should be a .docx file, with .pdf exceptions for submissions with special stylistic elements. Please includeCASEY MENSING
From Main to Broadway Carnival geeks are mainlining crystal, grinding MDMA between molars, then biting the heads off pigeons. He awakes shuddering. Existing in a state between, reality, sleep, and death, he tries to piece together the geometric pattern of his hallucinations while composing hymns from the abstractions. He dodges the puddles ofdog piss
OMAR ALEXANDRE
Northern Lights I don’t mind being stabbed on a Sunday morning Under northern lights in cool weather While listening to an electronic dance record Mingling with the arties, the pill poppers, and the avant-garde filling the hole with champagne and upside down smiles And after andbefore I
YAZAN IYAD – BLAKELIGHT Fluid Mnemosyne Not to praise a god, not to pray to a god, not to plead to a god, but to touch a god is what I sought, to drown in such an entity and indulge in such divinity that I may sip a taste of Dionysian absinthe. This green, half god half poison,A.C. O’DELL
The ordinary-ness the ordinary-ness you can’t see you changing (from day to day) but I can, (and that’s why) I took this picture of you (smiling and naked) in the bathtub—¹ (we’re all dying, you see) I just want to be sure that these days aren’t lost in unrecordedISSUE NO. 4
Dislodging The Dog and I Pictures II Fall Cities Shadow Boxer Desert Baroque Twenty-Seven Scarves Swallowing it Whole The Brio The Three Temptation of Christ Quarterly JuanCLAIRE OLESON
Still-Life Where the Light is Devastated But the Vase is Okay . I frayed my knuckles. The museum was nice. So I already know she’s dating someone somewhere else and they probably have vastly interesting somethings going on with them, but when she said she liked my suspenders, well I dangled on that elastic for a while because it’s gotten hard to get happy so sometimes you have to trickCHRISTINE TAYLOR
Cell block #1: On a school trip. @ Eastern State Penitentiary, where “incarceration would lead to penitence and reformation.” through a peephole in the thick wooden door I see a slatted metal bed frame a lopsided dresser missing the top drawer plaster crumbles into a heap on the floor the smell of mildew dust BLAKELIGHT – ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE Blakelight. Happy New Year to our readers and writers! We welcome 2019 by releasing our fourth issue! Thank you Dear readers, We are happy to publish yet another issue with the help of our amazing writers. All Dear readers, Another quarter, another amazing issue we couldn’t possibly have made without the support of our writers and ABOUT US – BLAKELIGHT who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war – Howl, Allen Ginsberg Blakelight is a celebration and lamentation of the city, of human beauty lost to us. It is the acceptance that both ugly and beautiful make-up that which is human. The recognition ofdiversity
SUBMIT – BLAKELIGHT Submission to Blakelight is always open. We accept poetry and prose but we do ask that you follow the guidelines to ensure your work is read: Poetry: Please include a maximum of five submissions in one document. The document should be a .docx file, with .pdf exceptions for submissions with special stylistic elements. Please includeCASEY MENSING
From Main to Broadway Carnival geeks are mainlining crystal, grinding MDMA between molars, then biting the heads off pigeons. He awakes shuddering. Existing in a state between, reality, sleep, and death, he tries to piece together the geometric pattern of his hallucinations while composing hymns from the abstractions. He dodges the puddles ofdog piss
OMAR ALEXANDRE
Northern Lights I don’t mind being stabbed on a Sunday morning Under northern lights in cool weather While listening to an electronic dance record Mingling with the arties, the pill poppers, and the avant-garde filling the hole with champagne and upside down smiles And after andbefore I
YAZAN IYAD – BLAKELIGHT Fluid Mnemosyne Not to praise a god, not to pray to a god, not to plead to a god, but to touch a god is what I sought, to drown in such an entity and indulge in such divinity that I may sip a taste of Dionysian absinthe. This green, half god half poison,A.C. O’DELL
The ordinary-ness the ordinary-ness you can’t see you changing (from day to day) but I can, (and that’s why) I took this picture of you (smiling and naked) in the bathtub—¹ (we’re all dying, you see) I just want to be sure that these days aren’t lost in unrecordedISSUE NO. 4
Dislodging The Dog and I Pictures II Fall Cities Shadow Boxer Desert Baroque Twenty-Seven Scarves Swallowing it Whole The Brio The Three Temptation of Christ Quarterly JuanCLAIRE OLESON
Still-Life Where the Light is Devastated But the Vase is Okay . I frayed my knuckles. The museum was nice. So I already know she’s dating someone somewhere else and they probably have vastly interesting somethings going on with them, but when she said she liked my suspenders, well I dangled on that elastic for a while because it’s gotten hard to get happy so sometimes you have to trickCHRISTINE TAYLOR
Cell block #1: On a school trip. @ Eastern State Penitentiary, where “incarceration would lead to penitence and reformation.” through a peephole in the thick wooden door I see a slatted metal bed frame a lopsided dresser missing the top drawer plaster crumbles into a heap on the floor the smell of mildew dustANNIE BLAKE
Ship of Theseus even the seasons are airy metaphors objects are not nouns non-temporal i shouldn’t use them as clocks maybe solipsism is real solicitousness shows how idealists deny things no one loves anyone i’m not in the habit of saving people i would only jump offthe plank if
JUAN ARABIA
Juan Arabia (Buenos Aires, 1983) is a poet, translator and literary critic. In addition to publishing three books of poetry, he has written extensively on John Fante and the Beat Generation. He has translated Arthur Rimbaud, Ezra Pound, and a book-length anthology of Beat poets, among many others.OMAR ALEXANDRE
Northern Lights I don’t mind being stabbed on a Sunday morning Under northern lights in cool weather While listening to an electronic dance record Mingling with the arties, the pill poppers, and the avant-garde filling the hole with champagne and upside down smiles And after andbefore I
CLIFFORD SAUNDERS
Swallowing it Whole I feel like the dean who wanders at night among scholars distinguished by their emptiness. It’s part of me, and I accept it. Behind one door is a tiger. Behind the other, a ham sandwich. And on the seventh day, I swim beneath the surf like a smallfish disrupted by
CASEY MENSING
From Main to Broadway Carnival geeks are mainlining crystal, grinding MDMA between molars, then biting the heads off pigeons. He awakes shuddering. Existing in a state between, reality, sleep, and death, he tries to piece together the geometric pattern of his hallucinations while composing hymns from the abstractions. He dodges the puddles ofdog piss
ANASTASIA JILL
Disambiguation WC: 808 Math is no longer done in numbers; there are boards and dots and arrows. Six hundred is taken from 650, nine hundred from 964 and the sum is estimated. That’s not how math works. At what point did we start complicating numbers? Jesus Christ. How? How?? It’s math or it’s not.LEA LUMIÈRE
The summer that never happened Wilted sunflowers rope through my hair I try to braid the sunshine in Through sand dunes in my head For when I go to visit cold Sea salt aftertastes barbecued on my lips As I lick the wind and wonder How long the sea will last. . Ocean’s junglePETER NEIL CARROLL
Other Men’s Fathers I write about other men’s fathers, their distance from sons left behind, how they stung young eyes at the threshold of blue smoke, bawdy sounds of liquor talking, the smack across a boy’s cheek. John’s father not once carried a house key, his wife would be there, whenever it wasCHRISTINE TAYLOR
Cell block #1: On a school trip. @ Eastern State Penitentiary, where “incarceration would lead to penitence and reformation.” through a peephole in the thick wooden door I see a slatted metal bed frame a lopsided dresser missing the top drawer plaster crumbles into a heap on the floor the smell of mildew dustFOSTER TRECOST
Man on the Run They gave me an hour for lunch. This much, even if only this much, I could talk about. The path to my desk took me past my boss. I tried to glide by, but he looked up and said, “You’re late.” Then he asked if I’d seen the accident. I’d seen BLAKELIGHT – ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE Online Literary Magazine. Dear readers, Another quarter, another amazing issue we couldn’t possibly have made without the support ofour writers and
ABOUT US – BLAKELIGHT who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war – Howl, Allen Ginsberg Blakelight is a celebration and lamentation of the city, of human beauty lost to us. It is the acceptance that both ugly and beautiful make-up that which is human. The recognition ofdiversity
SUBMIT – BLAKELIGHT Submission to Blakelight is always open. We accept poetry and prose but we do ask that you follow the guidelines to ensure your work is read: Poetry: Please include a maximum of five submissions in one document. The document should be a .docx file, with .pdf exceptions for submissions with special stylistic elements. Please include CHRISTOPHER ASLAN OVERFELT The Three Temptations of Christ Blood stains in the soil turn the land red; devoid of nutrients, minerals, value. Life moves like a slow slough towards death; small movements, stunted trees, squinted vision. On the porch of her trailer, Francis sits slouched beneath theJUAN ARABIA
Dislodging Translated by Katherine M. Hedeen What did I say about the dislodging. If these cadavers float beneath the Puerto Madero sun breathing in life’s last leaves. The grave is wide open. The vast current drags along limitless fish: shads and chubs sleeping glidePHILLIP PAROTTI
Quarterly Juan I've been here for quite a while now. So long, in fact, that the hospital administrators have had time to wear out several sets of perma-press uniforms and work their way through several more sets of shiny, but possibly inflammable, acetate threads colored deepRYAN DAVIDSON
Murmured Crowd The knot that Hungarian girl made her shoulders into so she couldn’t be taken from our free exhibit was sucked from me, or the idea that made her do it at least. Since she must still be there I’m blind to today and all I hear are German frowns at the bare-foot YAZAN IYAD – BLAKELIGHT Fluid Mnemosyne Not to praise a god, not to pray to a god, not to plead to a god, but to touch a god is what I sought, to drown in such an entity and indulge in such divinity that I may sip a taste of Dionysian absinthe. This green, half god half poison, LYN COFFIN – BLAKELIGHT Betsy Came into the Room Betsy came into the room. When Betsy came into a room, you knew it. She carried herself completely at all times, not leaving metaphoric parts of herself in the hallway. She was always and unfailingly Betsy. She sometimes addressedAMBER D. TRAN
My eyes in Chestnut Ridge At 5:34 AM, a nurse in blue scrubs drained blood from the belly of my pale arm. My roommate snored with a cobweb of phlegm dangling in the pit of her throat. One of the administrators promised me that they served caffeinated coffee, so on that firstmorning when
BLAKELIGHT – ONLINE LITERARY MAGAZINE Online Literary Magazine. Dear readers, Another quarter, another amazing issue we couldn’t possibly have made without the support ofour writers and
ABOUT US – BLAKELIGHT who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war – Howl, Allen Ginsberg Blakelight is a celebration and lamentation of the city, of human beauty lost to us. It is the acceptance that both ugly and beautiful make-up that which is human. The recognition ofdiversity
SUBMIT – BLAKELIGHT Submission to Blakelight is always open. We accept poetry and prose but we do ask that you follow the guidelines to ensure your work is read: Poetry: Please include a maximum of five submissions in one document. The document should be a .docx file, with .pdf exceptions for submissions with special stylistic elements. Please include CHRISTOPHER ASLAN OVERFELT The Three Temptations of Christ Blood stains in the soil turn the land red; devoid of nutrients, minerals, value. Life moves like a slow slough towards death; small movements, stunted trees, squinted vision. On the porch of her trailer, Francis sits slouched beneath theJUAN ARABIA
Dislodging Translated by Katherine M. Hedeen What did I say about the dislodging. If these cadavers float beneath the Puerto Madero sun breathing in life’s last leaves. The grave is wide open. The vast current drags along limitless fish: shads and chubs sleeping glidePHILLIP PAROTTI
Quarterly Juan I've been here for quite a while now. So long, in fact, that the hospital administrators have had time to wear out several sets of perma-press uniforms and work their way through several more sets of shiny, but possibly inflammable, acetate threads colored deepRYAN DAVIDSON
Murmured Crowd The knot that Hungarian girl made her shoulders into so she couldn’t be taken from our free exhibit was sucked from me, or the idea that made her do it at least. Since she must still be there I’m blind to today and all I hear are German frowns at the bare-foot YAZAN IYAD – BLAKELIGHT Fluid Mnemosyne Not to praise a god, not to pray to a god, not to plead to a god, but to touch a god is what I sought, to drown in such an entity and indulge in such divinity that I may sip a taste of Dionysian absinthe. This green, half god half poison, LYN COFFIN – BLAKELIGHT Betsy Came into the Room Betsy came into the room. When Betsy came into a room, you knew it. She carried herself completely at all times, not leaving metaphoric parts of herself in the hallway. She was always and unfailingly Betsy. She sometimes addressedAMBER D. TRAN
My eyes in Chestnut Ridge At 5:34 AM, a nurse in blue scrubs drained blood from the belly of my pale arm. My roommate snored with a cobweb of phlegm dangling in the pit of her throat. One of the administrators promised me that they served caffeinated coffee, so on that firstmorning when
ISSUES – BLAKELIGHT Visit the post for more. Begin typing your search above and press return to search. Press Esc to cancel.JONATHAN B. FERRINI
The Brio Professor Emeritus Leonora Kohan lived life with "brio" an Italian word from the 18th Century describing vigor, gusto, zest, enthusiasm, vitality, dynamism, spirit, and energy. She was my teacher, mentor, friend, and I loved her. Leonora was one of few female students of her time enrolled in graduate math courses and overcame overwhelming odds rising from Assistant Professor,AMBER D. TRAN
My eyes in Chestnut Ridge At 5:34 AM, a nurse in blue scrubs drained blood from the belly of my pale arm. My roommate snored with a cobweb of phlegm dangling in the pit of her throat. One of the administrators promised me that they served caffeinated coffee, so on that firstmorning when
LEA LUMIÈRE
The summer that never happened Wilted sunflowers rope through my hair I try to braid the sunshine in Through sand dunes in my head For when I go to visit cold Sea salt aftertastes barbecued on my lips As I lick the wind and wonder How long the sea will last. . Ocean’s jungleFOSTER TRECOST
Man on the Run They gave me an hour for lunch. This much, even if only this much, I could talk about. The path to my desk took me past my boss. I tried to glide by, but he looked up and said, “You’re late.” Then he asked if I’d seen the accident. I’d seen R.J. ZEMAN – BLAKELIGHT Shadow boxer I walk down the street, with a cigarette dangling from my mouth. I see an old drunk standing in front of a bar. His skin is wrinkled, his hair is short and grey. He is talking to himself as he shadow boxes with the air. “Motherfucker,” he mumbles to himself,“bring it
MICHAEL DENNISON
100713 Birthdays In Ancient Ruins word: Oxygen / Letter: n 1. We left Marsailles for the Festival at Avignon There was an industrial clothes drier; four men who performed marvelously on stage before lights pissed simultaneously on a wedding dress in a hope chest - then the artist called Chlorine Just Chlorine came out CHRISTOPHER J. JARMICK City’s Sacristy If I whispered, as we walked on Seward Park path into the old growth forest (yes, just South of the city is an old growth forest), that: ‘you know, this place is sacred’. . . would you stop texting on your goddamn phone? Christopher J. Jarmick is aSeattle Area writer
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The ordinary-ness the ordinary-ness you can’t see you changing (from day to day) but I can, (and that’s why) I took this picture of you (smiling and naked) in the bathtub—¹ (we’re all dying, you see) I just want to be sure that these days aren’t lost in unrecordedCHRISTINE TAYLOR
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