A poem that draws you in is 'A Split in the Glamour' by Heath Ison, in Reality Hands issue 9, it's great -- creepy, intriguing, and it makes you re-read it over and over. Here's an excerpt:
where was your mother when she chased me in the dark?
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Another very interesting modern piece is 'stop the world' by Ctch Bsnss in Issue 9 of Reality Hands.
It's eerie, eldritch, quietly epic... see what you think. There restraint and perfect choice of words makes this a unique poem. People rarely exhibit this level of skill. Here is an excerpt:
words warp on desks at night
eyelashes extend before mirrors [...]
[...]
someone sitting outside by me [...]
where was your mother when she chased me in the dark?
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[...]
Another very interesting modern piece is 'stop the world' by Ctch Bsnss in Issue 9 of Reality Hands.
It's eerie, eldritch, quietly epic... see what you think. There restraint and perfect choice of words makes this a unique poem. People rarely exhibit this level of skill. Here is an excerpt:
words warp on desks at night
eyelashes extend before mirrors [...]
[...]
someone sitting outside by me [...]
