- Fiction: Editorial, Issue 12
- Poem: Fragment of a Dream of Atlantean Yellows
- Poem: Dead End in December
- Fiction: The Unkillable Girl
- Fiction: I Fall to Pieces
- Poem: You are never supposed to open the door
- Fiction: Where She Slumbers Still
- Fiction: Call Out
- Fiction: The Atrocity Film
- Fiction: Grotto of the Helpless
By Bryan Thao Worra
When you leave me, don’t think
You’ve truly gone.
You’re fastened to too many gluons
And neurons, anchored to this gray
Beneath bone between wood and wave.
Don’t believe you’re some seagull.
You haven’t wings.
Sitting by the seaside, these planks
Of ancient piers,
Let those ships sail on without you.
You try to live like everyone else.
You try to mind your business.
You get married, you have your children,
But you will return.
Whether from Y’ha-nthlei,
Antarctica, some Plutonian bay,
The call is deep, relentless,
Your true fate an old cobblestone
Set in place, long ago,
When we first began to howl together,
Pledging faith from the same shadows.
Bryan Thao Worra’s poetry collection Demonstra will be released by Innsmouth Free Press in 2013.