Luiza Flynn-Goodlett: Featured Author

GHOST PLANE FOR HELIOS AIRWAYS FLIGHT 522   Logic unhinges. Hallucinations shuffle down the isles. A stray laugh rises. Oxygen masks are little more   than decoys; we keep them strapped to our cheeks, but can’t recall why. Children hush, turn a dull blue.   Pilots slump across the controls like scarecrows. The first nervous…

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Someday, I’ll explain it all to you

I: Ascription   i ascribe meaning to moments you: to dice and bones and chance   what did the tea leaves say this morning?   lies are coincident to actuality— the bees are disappearing   do you take yours with cream or sugar?   one scoop or two?     II: i prayed a Novena…

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These Ill Spirits

In dreams or in sweaty moments driving, the classroom— clarity spins away like water carving out a canyon. I do not know when mind sinks into past crevasses if it is Rumpelstiltskin padding down the dark hall outside my room, or Captain Hook who will play forbidden games.   These ill spirits are not poured…

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Last Day On The Job

Bill’s desk was clean, nearly antiseptic, holding a stapler, a rolodex and a computer terminal, the computer tower stashed under his desk. He had always believed the neatness of his desk represented his efficiency, and thus his value. That and his expertise with the Infamous system. By now, he was its resident expert. Surely that…

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To Answer Your Question

i.   Raise a flag, cast a glance, and it’s all over now.   ii.   It was me. I triggered the mechanism that cut off my own hands.   iii.   When I had the chance, I should have kissed her with conviction.   Should’ve slipped her poems on folded paper, the sweat from…

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Weird Science

My surgical gown is green, the room lit in grey gothic gradients. The anesthetic is strictly local, you don’t want me to feel it, but you want me to know you’re making the changes, taking titanium instruments and probing my skull, leading scopes and needles on an excavation of my inner ears because you’re a…

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