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Collection of shorts.

1. In the Dark ———–Alice in Wonderland meets hell

2. A Succession in Klimt ———–Paintings by Gustav Klimt meditated on

3. Noctavis ———–Angels stricken by a plague become Vampires, a war ensues

4. THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS ———–The night of a planned suicide; its delusions, its grandeur, its realizations

5. The One Who is Loved ———–“Hi my name is Brighton & I’m a fuck up.”

6. The Devil’s Soul ———–A journey through the arteries of a devil’s heart & what lurks in its corners

7. Mythologies ————Waking body cold, paralyzed. ————Sleeping mind active. Manic.

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what is the me in memory’s ability to relive?

i’m entertained; enamored (& ha! isn’t that a word?) by my own recollections imagined & the me in my mind with her practiced lines regurgitated out nervous lips, even in reminiscence.

//a little play passing through the theater of the mind & like a mythology or legend, telling me my roots, rules & morals.

hm.

afterall, isn’t it all in the mind? (perception or reality) & her knowledge of time, space, self-ness, & her ability to prescribe meaning to the passing of lives? ( i mean, despite the truth in matter passing neither detracted nor added, in all honesty,) i mean, has it happened until perceived? what? does a fallen tree........??? what? i mean, what’s that sound?

it’s all in it, isn’t it?

(*)

who was i & for what purpose, then? it’s all i’m asking, as memory ignites, thoughts; when //i would hide inner turmoil behind the mask of acid rap during my lunch period at bucks, literally, & think about, well, blood mostly. & (more&more) carl jung, & also i would try asking, very nicely, please, myself, please, i would ask, could you please pull it together please? //but that was like telling the blind to lead.

...

and now i’m here. & Ra the sun god smiles his bounty in kinfolk & wordsmiths. a scene. a chance.

i’ve sat before the glowing light & begged my fingers tell the horrors. the beauty.

they tried.

my lips are stiff. futile. they open to speak, they melt like clocks, (& like my eyes when they escape their sockets & slide down freckled cheeks.) & the lips are stumbling, physical, human. the thoughts turn archaic.

to quote the noise in my ear:

“i know you scared. you should as us if we scared too. 

i know you scared. me too.“

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HAVERTHORN is open for submissions!

Dearest WRITERS of Tumblr,

It’s that time of the year again! We are thrilled to announce that HAVERTHORN Magazine is now taking submissions to Volume II, Issue 1! Throughout the past year, you’ve allowed us to fill our inaugural volume with remarkable poetry and fiction from talented writers around the world. We’re eternally grateful for your generosity, and hope you’re willing to continue this tradition in the new year! 

If Volume I put our toes in the water of the literary world, we want Volume II to show us just how far the ripples might stretch. Send us your work that experiments with or flat-out defies formal traditions, that evades easy rationalization and quick escape. At HAVERTHORN, we want writing that shuts us in and locks the door.

While our first love may be poetry, we remain especially interested in increasing our catalogue of short fiction and critical theory.

Please take some time to review our submission guidelines, and direct all enquiries either to haverthorn@gmail.com or to our ask box here on Tumblr. Tentatively, literature submissions will close on 1 February, 2016.

Best,

Andrew Wells & A. Leylâ Hess Editors, HAVERTHORN Magazine

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[Star Gazing]

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2/15/12

tell me, 

how did i wake up this morning? // did i take my morning death rattle, assemble my bones &  screw on an empty head? all like usual? idk.

tell me, have you ever tried to count the stars? lights gone & lights lived on. // said, “please, i wanna see the movement of an aether-quake, a surface tension ripple  break.”

(*)

so i skipped a stone across a night sky, missed

every planet i passed on by & like a lonely asteroid  lost in space, became the only member of my  cosmic race. 

-Amber Renee

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Alexius

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just about christmas; the magic is damp, vivid, appealing… dangerous. 

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There are ideas I have put on my thoughts, like a question: “Does this particular identity suit me?” Curious, I’ll absorb the likeness, contort my frame to fit, but I flair and it hurts so I strip myself bare again and stand as raw nerve for a little while. And on.

-Amber Renee

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the man on the moon w/ the angel’s wings   s o f t found the key to the universe*  inside       the heart of god.

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Martino Zegwaard - Abandoned greenhouse in castle.

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The Devil Offers; I Accept

In the dark: I’m small here, young. Scared, walking along / this trail, a neural pathway like archway, like vein through the synapse trees, collections of brainmush: wildflower sproutings. / / & the red moon’s out tonight (lub dub), bleeding, pressing against as brainstem archaic. (lub dub) My pulse thumping through the thicket in rhythmic (lub dub); a twitch from far deep in the chest. Dark! & there’s a song beneath my pulse: slow, articulate. I close my eyes, listen, hearing,

(hum ). “We are the darkness in the night you don’t see & the screams in your dreams wouldn’t exist without me. “The hands that drag to hell, the bottom of the well. I am a necessity. I am your destiny.”

When suddenly! A static explosion overhead, and I look and it’s in the vines of my mind going tree to ground snapping under fire shooting like lightning bolt down while [he steps out from beyond the brush, coming up to me and holding out his hand, develops a small smile & look of allure]. I can only stare, / he becoming more real through cortex or illusion, / at this lone wolf stalking, sheep’s skin, slight irritation / his eyes, telling me to relax. [We’re stood three steps away and only getting nearer, it seems the whole world is a vortex of our meeting]

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He say he’s lurked these neural connections for years he says, scraping walls with fingernails clawed into gentle tissue and fragile thoughts. He says this is all yours he says, he laughs, / and I fade out from there to an old memory of a passing childhood: mine, flames. He brings me back when he says, he says, “you look a little lost; let me introduce myself, you can call me shadow.” & his smile sharpens when he does. He offers me his hand again, asking, “Don’t you trust me, love?”

Dark! Except the glow of these sizzling fires burning up the leaves of trees around me & staring the face of this shadow-man, this wolf & devil & his offering... His offering!

I’m left with this choice: accept & his holding magic, knowledge, & mysticism unlocked. Or to wake up with nothing but a vague recall of some nightmare lost & maybe, maybe the hazy picture of some forest.

Heh, it was without thought, so quick and intrinsic. Composed as we bind; his hand in mine. I placed fingers through his.

/ He climbs in my skin.  

-Amber Renee

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SYNOPSIS: dark psycheverse storytelling about a budding schizophrenic; Iris Lee & her daily life, friends, thoughts, gripping mental illness, studies, awakening & psychic demons. (*) // rough draft, work in progress.

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if i could i would      cut     my heart open &divide the parts evenly.

         (then) —and without any permission,          —but with careful precision          i’d pin the parts  to a globe      &

    admire the way         b l o o d     stains the world.

-Amber Renee