Litter in the Belly of the Whale

By Katelynne Davis

The memory of you – Farewell Writer's Tearsas I am walking up the stairs I lead you – smells, faintly, of white whiskey
The kind I tasted for the first time, with you
but not tasting you
Those lips were on the cup that poured into mine, left on the dresser in my room for a day afterward
Smelling still of what I threw up the morning after, finally grateful you hadn’t stayed
The two bottles are half-empty on my shelf
I’ll have to fill them again with what scraps of you I can find
Maybe just the fireflies in Congress Park
Though, while a half-full glass of dead lanterns make an apt metaphor,
I’ll leave the corks out
Spoiling the spirit, but
the bottles and the rest of this inconsequential litter on the shore
will be swallowed by no whale

Photo by Katelynne Davis


Talisman Anthology

It’s here! The pdf of our first publication this year, the Talisman Anthology featuring stories from Heather Little, Callum Dawson, Alexandria Somirs and Katelynne Davis.
Want to be in our next anthology? Check out our “Daemon Tales” project! And remember you can always submit your work to us at
Stay weird.

Silence and Thunder

By Alexandria Somirs

In silence and thought,

thunder rumbles slowly

over landscapes halfway over

and halfway below what’s under.

Height is but a relative thing,…

somewhere just before lightning strikes

and right before the rain sets in,

hidden inside from ourselves

is a silence closer than our one’s self.

Photo By Alexandria Somirs