Genesis
- anon
unicorns exist
- anon
​
unicorns were known to tread delicately
dropping like the snowflakes
that fell and danced
on her porch in the winter
but they were never real
they can’t be
they were too mysterious
and untouchable
the little girl watched such
revelations fall beyond her
behind her and below her
and didn’t notice
that a shiny coat of white
and a horny littered with love
was approaching her
behind her back
issue 6: ποιÎω "to make" vol. 1
issue 5: meta
issue 38: primordial
King in Exile
- alfie garland (bio)​
​
That I am.
A body of ashes,
Razed by hurt and heartbreak,
Bound taut by sheer cold will.
An iron fist,
To hold the precious life,
Which tumbles through my grasp.
A mind of storms,
Never resting or relenting,
Uneasy and unending in its power.
A star-filled soul,
An engine of celestial fire,
Aspiring to the night sky.
I am ashes,
And iron,
Storms and stars.
I am reincarnate,
Unbreakable,
Alive and eternal.
I am the King,
Exiled,
And I am arisen.
Finality
- alfie garland (bio)​
With certainty,
It will end.
This much we know.
For it is,
As it has always been.
Subject to the end.
Terrible is the knowledge,
That we are but flesh and dust.
Thoughtful pebbles cavorting under a smiling sky.
But with great eyes,
We see the world flung wide.
A fantastic life forged freely.
And for this we are great,
Standing shoulder to shoulder with stars.
For we choose to embrace the end.
Creator's Note
- alfie garland (bio)​
​
Why?
A difficult question.
There is thought.
For the sake of discovery,
It is supposed.
A grand experiment,
Of unseen scope,
And unknown merit.
A world of mirrored men,
Beauty beyond comprehension,
And cruelty beyond belief.
They asked why.
Perhaps the best answer,
Is the simplest one.
Why not?
Canute
- mackenzie teague (bio)​
I am the force of nature, I tumble over smelly river gods and mountains that drown the sorrows of men
I am the force of nature, I take your women and seize their day
I am the force for nature, I take what is rightfully hers and see that is given back
I am for nature, for she has given me more money and less worry over my kingdom
But still, at the end of the day
The waves lap at my feet
For nature is more powerful than a king
New Builds
- mackenzie teague (bio)​
​
Winding paths
With horses, black against white stone
Carry on its back the man
A man called
Saul, steadfast in his mind and soul
Not wavering his judgment
He sees not
The others that question him and scorn
His name in the sandstone of life
Suddenly
Gold upon gold upon gold shines
Changing letters and minds
The stone is crushed to make new buildings
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