r.k.vr.y

spring 2012

vol. vii. no. 2

FICTION

My Own Private Wind

by Lori D'Angelo

The Path of Irony

So there was no “Oh, darling, I hunger for your touch” moment. It was not like that. We were not like that. We were quiet and reserved, the kind of couple who fades into the pavement, blends in with the blinds and the placemats, the kind of people you would walk by without noticing. We were like streetlights. We looked like we belonged.

Simulators

by Marko Fong

Eye Always Was

Eye Always Was, oil on canvas, by Darwin Leon.

Prefatory note:

This document was recovered from what was once known as a 5.25-inch floppy diskette. From some earlier century, it’s a black cardboard square that encases a flimsy circle of plastic.

The Illusion Shatters

by Danica Green

The Passion of the Fallen

The Passion of the Fallen, oil on canvas, by Darwin Leon.

She couldn't scream loud enough to scare the vultures away, tired as she was of them picking at her corpse and feasting on the rotting heart that she felt so distantly attached to.