spare

By Georgia Lundeen

Spare at first seems like a catalog of lucid dreams but soon reveals itself as a map to an ancient dimension still lingering among us. It is a place both mystifying and damning, where the earth itself speaks and the strangest creatures living there are people. One cannot be sure whether the pieces within it are recollections or incantations. “There are traces in the sky of what I mean,” writes Lundeen. Those traces are Spare.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vegetarian Alcoholic Press
• Release date: Apr 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386329046

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birth

NO. STOP.

inhale

I drowned in the sky today,

and made my way

through thunderous tides,

that pounded against my

flailing arms.

The moon was a whale,

and the sun was a whale,

and they covered

each other's light,

drying my hair

into starry clumps.

I felt my lips

and my tongue

asking for water,

but I was too deep,

deep,

deep,

in

the sky,

and there was only wind

and salt.

behold

I heard a two-toned voice

arguing amongst itself.

It sounded like a hole;

like an atom found a voice,

like the black hole of space

finally found its voice;

it sang chills to me.

It crept up my body in the night

whispering spite and giggling glee.

It looked like a hole;

like the caves where madmen dwell,

like the whole human race runs

each for themselves;

dotting desert soil.

coaxing the sky

I found God,

sitting on a hill of feathery sand

in a foreign land.

Noticed the sky was following him;

granite-pink ground and his black hair.

Of course, I asked him what was wrong,

nonchalantly

licking my lips,

yearning for his

flashing of eyes.

Only he sat so idle now,

rubbing ink on his wounds.

Yesterday they were bleeding

over his astral thighs,

unthinking.

Exquisite sharp features pressed,

sweltering against his