Issue 5: Arkava Das

the thin skull rule

strange is nothing like a lively anticipation

of l(aughter). this begs to know a wager find

from a wager disappearance

frequent a bar

thin skulled

yes voices raised

have seen him

danger. shall be the blithe ma(t)ins

spell every crack

in a greedy laugh

with every day struck it ended

Camus’s judge penitent wishes

as a matter of course to

run like a thoughtful

two columns




precisely. we want those wrapped around

that steel orb with tape, one more road swayed

violently in the waxy dust of ants. noosphere of their pupation

anxieties. all death does is settle the bones. or diffidence. the

morning fevers. the ones where we were kittens lapping up

resistance. everyone had a joke ready for the character

but now we are going, hopefully getting caught and the

central metaphor for the blue, your hips. we’ll sneak phallic

images into triangles before skinning the cat blood shit that

are all together. his hair kept getting into his sleep. plate of the

eyes. gently waken starting with her father’s nickname was

man, change your eyes and my apartment once, we might have

the how to. she came. startling force. all the long trips ahead.

let anyone who anyone who hears it come forth. it isn’t much


Hi steatite, ad hominem friend of my friend.

Harappa gloss cover. Symmetric key cipher

Ebb man, this pithy baby step, giant step won't


Metal considerations. Antlion chins form craters

Pits on palms. So.

Un Chien Andalou. But not ants. That won't}

Conical tonic hub. Gasoline diluted to syrup,

Loam loll niece of Chucky grazes, returns with

Nocturne love. Only the best sort. Hard to find

Whistler’s Old Battersea Bridge devoid DO {a

Stagehand feeds the jaunty ceramist secrets}

Arkava Das is from Kolkata, India. Some recent work published in Moria, ditch, Venereal Kittens, Otoliths and BlazeVOX.