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a devil licks an angel’s wings and conceives
a holiday of feathers. a god’s fangs drip blood for initiates
to solemnly sponge from the carpets. a wilted bloom is
a monstrous wish and a generous offering
on an empty marble dais.

one initiate dreams of the time their mom
pulled out their dad’s intestines. another has
such rapturous dreams she forgets her dad
ever had intestines

ever was a body

in the Cult of Nearly-Lost Dreams advanced dreamers become dreams for initiates

who walk five paces behind their own
footsteps. who are so near death from all the dreaming they haunt
their houses while sleeping. an advanced dreamer slithers with forked
tongue out  tasting his own aimless circles and the bitter
tang of the dream he’ll become for an initiate who watches
consciousness unravel around her

she finds shavings of scapulae entire woodlands of Capricorn fulfilled childhood premonitions the prints of her hands where she walked unconscious



Tamara Jerée is a graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop. Their short stories appear in FIYAH,  Anathema, and Fireside Magazine, and their poetry was nominated for the inaugural Ignyte Award. You can find them on Twitter @TamaraJeree or visit their website tamarajeree.com.
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26 Sep 2022

Would a Teixcalaanli aristocrat look up at the sky, think of Lsel Station, and wonder—with Auden—"what doubtful act allows/ Our freedom in this English house/ our picnics in the sun"?
I propose that The Expanse and its ilk present us with a similar sentiment, in reverse—a warning that for all the promise of futurism and technological advancement, plenty of new, and perhaps much worse futures are right before us. In the course of outrunning la vieux monde, we may find that we are awaited not simply by new worlds to win, but also many more which may yet be lost.
where oil slurped up out of the dirt, they drink the coffee
Science fiction is a genre that continues to struggle with its own colonialist history, of which many of its portrayals of extractivism are a part. Science fiction is also a genre that has a history of being socially progressive and conscious – these are both truths.
Bring my stones, my bones, back to me
If we are to accept that the extractive unconscious is latent, is everywhere, part of everything, but unseen and unspoken, and killing us in our waking lives, then science fiction constitutes its dreams.
they are quoting Darwish at the picket & i am finally breathing again
Waste is profoundly shaping and changing our society and our way of living. Our daily mundane world always treats waste as a hidden structure, together with its whole ecosystem, and places it beyond our sight, to maintain the glories of contemporary life. But unfortunately, some are advantaged by this, while others suffer.
Like this woman, I am carrying the world on my back.
So we’re talking about a violence that supplants the histories of people and things, scrubbing them clean so that they can fuel the oppressive and unequal status quo it sustains.
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