A Headless Interview with Mike Corrao & Evan Isoline BY LOGAN BERRY

I think that the cephalophore is a figure of unpredictable potential. Either coiling in on themselves, individuating their segments, attempting to reconnect, attempting to annihilate, orating, lamenting, etc. When the head is separated from the body, two new subjects are formed. I imagine another cut would further fractal. Decapitating each part of the body until there are infinite M’s.

5 POEMS BY JUDSON HAMILTON

Children will run and scream chasing one another over and around me. Shat seeds will lodge and take root in my exposed chest. Animals will frolic and rut before my silent witness. And the songbirds will join in chorus at my demise.

NOTHING BY JANE JUDITH

I will remember the scene. I’ll know that the music falling silent was only the start of a process catching up with me. The speculative bubble eats its gains. I’ll wonder what the next phase is.

VAMPYR (AN EXCERPT) BY LOUIS ARMAND

The sun burns callous behind these eyes. Eyes of lithium saltwater & blue perfumes. Eyes of mylar flux revolving planetary. Dark cybernetic ritual of mind’s eye drowning in soylent dreams of Alhambra, Alcatraz, Alameda. Heraldic eyes draped in dead hair. Eyes grey as overboiled eggs.

THREE POEMS BY GOLNOOSH NOUR

I’m so imperious I could be the sun, but
I’m only the son of a smuggled sunflower, and my
fear of loss. Paralysis dominates and I think I am done
palpitating. The despondent prince of the furious valley
of sex. But today is heaven I’m Daddy’s perfect girl

OCCULT EFFICIENCIES BY MIKE CORRAO

The cephalophore bears their head. Held by the hair like a lantern. Wired from scalp to forearm. Where fibres puncture the bulbous meat.

Some kind of neural information is transferred from the optical plate to the vesseled body. It is difficult to say if the mind is conscious in the brain or the body.

64720 AU BY ANSGAR ALLEN

The radio signal from Beings passed us just over one light year from ‘arth, fifteen years into our voyage, several generations from _______.

The ones that arrived would name it.

We were elated at first, as we were taught to feel, that finally our species was not alone in the universe.

(+/-) BY MICHAEL Mc ALORAN

… in asphyxiate of terminal edge cold dredge from it commence taste of bitter ashen of broken lights collapse into given tremor forgotten bled from once sensed till foreign trace of shit upon meat no longer forage for in or of inactivity silence as ever

SUBTERRANEAN SLIPPAGE BY MIKE CORRAO

The sky vibrates honey and pollen. A series of hexagonal alcoves form across the landscape. The surface of the planet is becoming unrecognizable. Recent swarm murmurations have begun to take on mutative qualities—not in the rapid transformation of their shape but of their composition.