Ma - Christine Anne Foley
My body came from yours like a flower plucked Your soil still damp on my cheeks A reminder of us conjoined Now the cold fingers pull me...
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A foster home for writing
Welcome! This is Neuro Logical, an online Irish literary magazine. However, we also publish work from all around the world. We have one goal: to publish the work that doesn't fit in anywhere else. Consider us a sort of orphanage for your work, or a private academy if you like! If you have work that you feel just can't go to any themed magazines then send it here, we'd love to have you!
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- Jul 7
- 2 min
乖 - Cheng Him
(kuai, from mandarin, meaning well behaved, usually used on children) in a dark alley in taipei a cleaner lady puts a pack of kuai kuai...
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- Jul 5
- 1 min
Woman in the kitchen - Christina Pan
Woman in the kitchen, rats in dichotomy On her sleepy entrance in a night of dreams Beaten awake by cold, lungs like grandma’s bosom...
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- Jun 21
- 1 min
April 10, 2020 - David Need
Sleep was restless at that juncture between lung and large intestine — an hour before the dawn when the meridians start back from the...
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- Jun 18
- 1 min
This is planetary conquest - Justin Clark and Grey Paxton
we exit the atmosphere because submitting to gravity has a cost / the ground / it holds nothing for us / like an unbalanced...
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- Jun 16
- 1 min
A brief overview of the 21st century - John Sweet
like dogs fucking in the middle of a dead-end street like a river filled with corpses moving through the desert our gift to the future...
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- Jun 14
- 1 min
I saw a Macaw - Clay Waters
Let me tell you what I saw at the zoo. There were long giraffes, teeny monkeys, and some elephant poo. There was a ferocious lion that...
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- Jun 2
- 1 min
Tides of happiness - Abdulrahman M. Abu-Yaman
Bar beach As untamed children, me and my silver spoon crew would storm the beach at dawn to give our playfulness and child- hood enough...
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- May 31
- 1 min
Ode to my daughters in the sound of long E - Renee Keele
Eager Queen, dreamer, seeks peace, Queen, Preach. He ekes, bleak cheap speech. She believes, frees, sweet speech. Queen, Preach. He...
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- May 28
- 1 min
Estival - Elliott Graves
content warning: abuse, self-harm estival (n.): of or relating to the summer The twins dip their toes in the crystal-clear water. a...
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- May 26
- 1 min
Ellis street - Mark J. Mitchell
Roy’s left hand dangles over Ellis Street. His cigarette glows soft as a brake light while late evening becomes early night. The only...
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- May 24
- 1 min
Van Gogh Disease - Rachael Edwards
They say, “An artist must suffer for their masterpiece to be meaningful.” Why must we feel pain for you to find meaning in our work? My...
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- May 21
- 1 min
Segment XII - Sascha Engel
Bio: Sascha Engel is the founder and editor of Strukturriss, an Ireland-based journal focusing on anarchic dissolutions of text. After...
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- May 17
- 1 min
Stained glass rose - Bobbi Sinha-Morey
Left over in my memory was the bare field where someone had left the husk of a mobile home, and five feet away from it a strip of yellow...
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- May 14
- 1 min
Ephram Pratt Asks Questions of the Sounds of Nothing - Jack e Lorts
Close your eyes to the sound of bells ringing in the trees, to the voices speaking from thunder eggs, opals and green jade; let them...
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- May 12
- 1 min
These hands are mine - Jason de Koff
The hands I see are not those I recognize from my youth and must be someone else. The spots and scars, weathered lines criss-crossing a...
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- May 10
- 1 min
Age of Anthropocene - Geraldine Fleming
Bio: Geraldine Fleming retired early from an all-consuming career due to ill health. Bereft of purpose in her new life she found myself...
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- May 6
- 1 min
Granma and the Bats - Tim Goldstone
At dusk granma would stand stock still outside, only her long thin hair moving in the breeze, waiting there until the bats started to...
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- May 4
- 1 min
The wall - Ross J Walsh
The wall is tall and cold. I’ll paint upon it murals of fire and war and blood, of peace and lush green fields, of calm still lakes and...
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- Apr 30
- 1 min
Murmuration - Clari Elliott
Synchronised flights --- Air pirouetting, Whirring, Flitting. Exuberance swallows Delicate ballerina figures of that sea shelled...
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