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Sentience Literary Journal

Day: February 25, 2021

“Piano Forte” by Lisa Croce

Who’s to say what makes a moment. Is it to be found in the glow or graying plumes reaching out to caress absence or air?[…]… Read More “Piano Forte” by Lisa Croce

February 25, 2021March 1, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Portrait of the Mundane” by Jake Bailey

The first time I met God, I was draped in a rough, elephant-colored bathrobe, worn soles on my slippers.[…]… Read More “Portrait of the Mundane” by Jake Bailey

February 25, 2021February 28, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Portrait of a Blackhole” by Jake Bailey

Bears don’t know the difference
between a fish that’s mostly dead
and a fish that jumps into a ready mouth. The waters part for a man of God. The waters part for a man with no God.[…]… Read More “Portrait of a Blackhole” by Jake Bailey

February 25, 2021February 28, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Severance” by Jake Bailey

The words are mostly water and float easily between logs and silt, weaving their way into something understandable. I never agreed
to the terms of the contract, my heart a balloon loosed from fingers reddened to white.[…]… Read More “Severance” by Jake Bailey

February 25, 2021February 28, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Yang” by Helen Doremus

golden Chinese lion dog head

It is awake in the chill morning air, dripping cold rainwater off of its snout to the cement below. It sees the stretch of parked cars, the fence ringing The Building which breaks only to force visitors past its stony paws, the sway of trees in the distance — all of this is discernible within… Read More “Yang” by Helen Doremus

February 25, 2021February 28, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Death Ruins It” by Caley O’Dwyer

line art of two people facing one another in elaborate robes and plain robes respectively

I face myself, the thing convincing  as a face can be, although it breaks where it should mend in laughter.  Do you believe in me though you  should believe in nothing,  where it hurts a little, that time of life that stuns  into you, so you see the future, where you stand guard, eager to… Read More “Death Ruins It” by Caley O’Dwyer

February 25, 2021March 4, 2021 sentiencejournal

“Night Polo” by Caley O’Dwyer

photo of a blue night sky with treetops at the bottom and the pleiades constellation overhead

Does time make us crazy  or is it something else?  I see myself but back away.  I want to know what life is, but only gain the subtle topping, cosmic merengue dissolving  on the tongue. Something  catches in the sieve. There is a carefulness I can’t shake. As though I could check and turn away … Read More “Night Polo” by Caley O’Dwyer

February 25, 2021March 2, 2021 sentiencejournal

MASTHEAD

Managing Editor
Helen Doremus

Fiction Editor
Lisa Croce

Poetry Editor
Brianna Vigil

CNF Editor
Kelly Curran

Editor-at-Large
Nina Gibson


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From 🐅 to 🐇. Our work is still before us. https://www.instagram.com/p/CmqA0DXulMe/ A happy Christmas day to everyone who celebrates, from the staff of Sentience! Happy First Night of Hanukkah, from all of us at Sentience Literary Journal! #literarymagazine #litmags And many happy returns. 🌴 Happy Halloween! 🎃👻 We hope you all have a fun and safe night! In our last contributor spotlight for Issue 2: Connections, there is much to consider in Jacqueline Rose's multimedia inquiry into what binds us together, what we fabricate to set ourselves apart from each other, and how nature's triumphant resilience can teach us all how to grow more fully. Ivan de Monbrison's self-translated poem, "There is a Lot of Noise in the City," effectively captures the fleeting moments of life on a busy street corner which are, in turn, suspended in greater seasonal shifts.
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