The Larcenist (Volume 1, Issue #6)
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The Larcenist (Volume 1, Issue #6) - Audrey Rey
The Larcenist
Stealing reality to achieve art
The Larcenist
Volume I, Issue 6
(December 2014, January 2015)
ISBN: 978-1-312-75558-1
Editors:
Audrey Rey (poetry, stageplay)
Mina Hunt (prose, stageplay)
Illustrations: Hana Mori
License: Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 2.0
Cover illustration based on the story The Ice Woman by Mira Patel.
Visit http://thelarcenistmagazine.wordpress.com for more information.
Foreword(s)
My dear Larcenists,
We made it through our first year! When we started this project I didn't think there will be so many exceptional stories waiting for me to get through them each month. So many new worlds, imaginative characters and innovative storylines. Some were sad, others funny; some scary, others adventurous. What they all had in common, however, was that they were all amazing works of art. I enjoyed reading every single one of them, though I admit I was sometimes tempted to pull my hair out when I was »curing« someone's work of acute comma avoidance. Even so, I am thankful for the escape from reality you provide me with your pieces.
Keep creating new worlds, keep stealing reality and keep writing. But most of all, keep sending it my way.
Happy holidays,
Mina
Dear readers and authors,
Thank you for a wonderful first year of The Larcenist. Being in touch with new literature from all across the world has truly been a unique experience. So many different poetics, so many different cultural backgrounds ... It's something every editor dreams of. And being able to show these works of art to a variety of readers is what I always wanted to achieve as editor — after all, literature is meant to live within the readers, not just by (and within) itself. Personally, your words have stayed with me this whole time and I never get tired of re-reading them. You truly have remarkable artistic voices.
I hope we will continue to work together with old acquaintances
and I hope to come across new authors that will mesmerize me with their works.
Lastly, I would like to thank Mina and Hana for being the best possible team, because working with them has been nothing but pure fun.
Best,
Audrey
Hello from me as well, fellow Larcenists
I don’t interact with any of you personally, but you may know me as the person responsible for the covers of our literary magazine. I joined this little project since it seemed like it would be a lot of fun to work on something like this and a nice thing to pass the time. Boy, was I wrong. Each piece chosen as the base for the cover illustration has been so deep and so full and interesting, it has often pushed me further to where I wouldn’t usually go by myself in my creative drawing process. In fact, all of the entries, both prose and poetry, as well as the plays that are published in each edition, inspire me greatly. I find myself imagining you, dear little Larcenists, lying in your beds, sitting on your favorite chairs by the window or wherever it is that you like to write, and pour out your souls onto papers and keyboards. It makes my fingers itch with anticipation and my mind racing with images and sketches of all the wonderful stories you bring to life. Each edition has been a blast to read and I look forward to the many more that I will get to read in the future.
I wish you all a steady hand, a good pen that doesn’t die when you most need it and happy holidays!
Your illustrator,
Hana
Poetry
Clio
Jewish Shoplifter
The one she loves-
she`s in love with a corset
She`s in love with
boxers
The one who filled them is a ghostly parasite,
he hogs all the covers at night
just another man begging for mercy
as I – crave experience
He advised me to jump
off of a cliff and
see what
words
I`d gather from the canyon`s
high and sleek slope
curves of liberation
Loneliness is liberating
I get to think however while only God can judge me,
But my Jewish candy has molded,
I miss his feisty tastes- sarcastic balloons-
I even anticipated such character at my 21st birthday in a casino
Ha!
Although a man is only as pricey
As he wants to be
And a woman like me has a will-not to be purchased.
Cadaver
Pin me up
I`m an immortal
doll
dying for osteoperosis,
a bony dalilah
skin graphs isn`t even an art; it`s an invasion of privacy
My privacy- being a flyleaf
a rock up a nose
a soon-to-be-dried-up-rose
I`m just his warm body
a snap pea
when the morning drears
red
melodramatic,
No doubt, patch my ears
with an xylophone
at least A,B,Cs makes sense
My privacy - spiritual
keenness
lost between
bedsheets
I choke in my dreams now,
only to wake up in my
earphones twirled around my neck
Deaf takes such initiative to stone
Then there is sight- I see me-
ghost me under a size fifteen blade
of psychobabble
Not long after octo
The only fortune to have is sanity.
Throb
I woke up absent-
absent and without a host
with a sudden case of Boreas.
Only a nosebleed
could warm me-
my breasts were soft,
but I haven`t forgotten
the low smokes
that formed
beneath my toes
Passion is furious and angsty
A year of this has been reincarnated
dismembering sanity by four pieces
four....
I`m your muscle, the misunderstanding
No- it`s not trivial to be
misconceived
Depressing is that jackal to even accept it
You flicker me on and off
Why so female?
It`s bombing fluid in the brain again
He had watched me stiff and feverish,
quite smothered in sulfur
quite retching
the smokes become cruel
Now it`s a hell horse to gallop along the mind-lines
scraping up the rocks of irrational decisions to rise as a written body
What does it take to be your darling?
A mother?
I am almost out of sight
- coiled and not even within earshot.
Yet the nosebleed feels wonderful.
Katie Alexander
My Shout
If God is the world's poet,
we are the side-notes he scribbled in the
margins.
We aren't the heroes,
the victors,
the winners of the game.
Our shouts into oblivion go
unheard,
but still,
I want my shout to be your name.
Roses
The sun
blossomed in the East with the
quiet grace of
twelve new roses,
Which were as bright as
lightning would taste
and lit up their corner of the world
dutifully, as a father lets his guinea-pig grieving daughter
dig too big of a grave in their garden,
and then finishes the hole for her because her hands hurt
from the shovel.
To the dying sun, the
sky is one endless canvas that it
paints with soft pastels.
But with death of day
the roses shrivel
and fade
because the girl forgets to water them,
and the father is too busy
filling in the hole
to do it for her.
Gabrielle LaFrank
Values
A thought costs a penny,
fixed value for a dollar,
many zeros for a home,
but what's the value of tomorrow?
I have witnessed the inability
of comprehension of time and youth.
Learn to embrace the mortal right
to choose your own truths.
I refuse to accept
my coming nonexistence.
Fixed value for a dollar,
but what's the price of a minute?
Icarus, Prologue
He lights the fires to produce smoke.
He inhales so he can suffocate on something
other than his anxiety.
He extinguishes the flame with his fingers
lubricated by the genetics from his own lips.
It burns his pale skin, but the searing and stinging
are more tolerable than the falling.
The drop gives way to numbness of his body
before the crushing weight of living piles upon his chest.
Just as the embers meet the water
his face and body are submerged, anchored by his panic.
He thinks he's met the floor of the abyss
but every day he sinks further
further into the paranoia and the water-filled lungs.
Renee Belden
Mundane Routine
I have grown complacent watching you mow the lawn,
change the