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tHE Midnight Clock
from Catalyst 2022
by Catalyst
Nat Wilk
Her immense ice and bite in the pool of the night. The mere geometry of an instrument of the sky!
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She is awake, and clicks across the sky like a metronome, crooning for the hour of a midnight meal.
From what dimension does such an enchanting timepiece emanate from?
What secrets does she hold within her concave craters?
She whispers softly on a glacial Monday morning, “I know what you did.”
My pupils dilate, her crescent shape reflected in my eyes. Nothing is sacred under the sky— only the moon can break my icy calm.
NAVY PIER FERRIS WHEEL Emily Lease
The Canvas Ate The Artist
Alivia Garcia swirled acrylic doused in paint smothered in stroke
The canvas ate the artist.
The canvas ate the artist. smooth flowing scumbling stroke
The canvas ate the artist. a self-portrait a gaping mouth an infinite scream
The canvas ate the artist, until the artist was full.
