Like with Bones – journal for the short verse, The Other Bunny ran an experiment with “I, me, my”-less work some of which have been published over the past weeks and months and there’s still a few in the pipeline.
Now this experiment is over and you’re free again to send works containing “I, me and mine”.
Johannes S. H. Bjerg – editor
Protocol dictated a button be pushed.
An impressive male, he was to father generations
of Silverbacks until the small boy
dropped himself like a hand grenade.
The great ape flung him giddily about
like a plaything oblivious to the countdown.
Like a ticket home.
Shakespearean
the play within the play
death by cop
Peter Newton
A rented room. This saggy mattress and assemble-it-yourself bookshelf. Yet, how sweet are those hardwood floors? And the sound of one’s own footfall in the silence.
when home is no longer : home
Kelly Sauvage Angel
Another six hours have passed. The nurse comes back with a new bag to hang up on the IV stand. She reconnects the cannula and a cold liquid invades unsuspecting veins. An alien invasion of personal space. A metallic taste. It doesn’t feel the same as last time.
fear of needles
finding a new bravado
in daydreams
Twenty minutes later. A different nurse. The bag is empty, and things are not what they were the last time, or the time before. That cold liquid felt mercury-like. It’s triggered a transformation, like Neo had, after swallowing the red pill. A perfusion of internal organs has caused irrevocable change. Flesh is now mimetic polyalloy. Will it affect consciousness? Maybe an updated imagination could create any personality it wants. Such power, such possibilities, yet still an overwhelming urge to sleep.
dry veins drifter
looking to hitch a ride
on a new nightmare
David J. Kelly
Winter’s cloak is tattered rags. The white counterpane wore away so quickly. All that’s left are isolated patches of moraine-encrusted glacier. Walking home, late at night, there’s a sense of suspended animation. Somehow this freezing space is freezing time. Still, incontestable imperatives propel the body onwards, comet-like, through cold emptiness, to describe another eccentric orbit.
castaway
watching Noah’s ark
crest the horizon
David J. Kelly
Tectonic plates beyond smashing was our anthem.
picnic blanket
moth banquet
Helen Buckingham
Lying discarded beneath some urban undergrowth, near a mulberry tree, a man is discovered bisecting a dream or an insect — it’s not clear which because the evidence suggests he may have hijacked his own unconscious mind.
rolling stone gathering no moss garden
Tim Murphy
