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Homage to Bowie

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By Kevin Ridgeway

she was like a lost love of Charlie Brown
strolling across the campus village green
in her long coat of murals with eyebrows fluctuating
laughing at the thin air and causing people
to wonder if she was as dark and sharp as
her eyes amplified behind coffeehouse poetry
glasses
we met at the plastic toy farm exhibit in my white
barren room after my sisters and I finished off a bottle of
rum to reveal a bikini clad Puerto Rican, who we cast
in the farm scene as the town drunkard
the strange girl meticulously arranged the animal
scene and with such majesty and won the weekly contest
and I stole her pom-pom winter hat in lieu of the entry fee
the naysayers forbade me to see her again, but I climbed into her room
lantern boxes and pictures of all of her favorite presidents and the
rare Bowie record playing in the background as she jumped on a
trampoline.
the room became a museum of stolen toys, a bonus she gave to herself for breaking
into retail
and I took a full breath for the first time.

 

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The Elevator Out

We’re excited to bring our readers a special project: a collaboration between writer Lancelot Schaubert and artist Allen Forrest, The Elevator Out.

Also, here is some extra behind-the-scenes insight from the author, Lancelot Schaubert:

“I wanted to write an argument against nihilism that was simple enough for a child to understand, one based on the raw existence of bodies floating out in space, so I dreamed up a children’s story in which a kid rides an elevator outside of existence and throws a spare walnut into Nothing.

The bloom of the walnut helps us set aside the question: why is there pain?, long enough to let an older, deeper question arise: Why is there something and not nothing?”

Artist Allen Forrest’s illustrations are gorgeous…see more here.

We’re so pleased to be launching The Elevator Out! Check it out – you’ll be glad you did!

Old Site – Fiction News

Our old site went dark almost a month ago and we are still transitioning some of its content. Fiction from more recent issues is not available at the moment, but we will be working to restore it all in the coming weeks. Although we no longer consider fiction, we’re still very proud of the work we’ve published in past issues.

–The Editor(s)

The Two-Headed Man

The Two-Headed Man

By Tony Barnstone

The man was always fighting with himself
because he had two heads. One played the role
of optimist, as airy as an elf,
the other, dark and hairy as a troll,
would grouse and wheeze like a pneumatic drill.
And people made cruel jokes. “A man who got
ahead,” they said, or “Look, it’s twins!” The dull
one had no love but the blonde head did get
some dates, until his counterpart’s crude leer
murdered the mood. “I must be free,” he said,
and slipped an earwig in his brother’s ear,
which ate the brain. But then he felt half-dead.
I’ve killed myself, he thought and held it near,
whispering through the night, “Dear head, dear head.”

 

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New Site

Welcome to Carnival’s new site! Our old site will go dark after September 4th.

The summer is over and we have a new issue launching in the next couple of days. In the mean time, take note of our new address:

carnivalitmagazine.net

Cheers,

The Editor and Co.