Dreamyard

A Ferris wheel turning in the background. Met a gypsy spinning bottles. Tossing them up in the air, watching them twirl around. The bottles were green-black, and his skin was black-black, his arms muscular, lacquered looking in the dead night light, and his lips were big and his teeth white, white. Glinting. Once he spilled alcohol on the counter. With a snap of his finger, not missing a beat, the liquid went up in flames. He told me to lean close, make a wish. Blow out the fire. I bent over and saw my reflection in the flames. Too startled to make a wish, I leapt back. "Ah, that's too bad,"  he said. I looked up and the Ferris wheel was gone, and his teeth were green-black and there were lady-bugs crawling on his arms and everywhere.

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CARELLA KEIL
is a poet and digital artist who splits her time between the ethereal world of dreams, and Toronto, Canada, depending on the weather. Her work involves themes of mental health, nature and sexuality, often in a surrealist tone. Carella is the recipient of the Stanley Fefferman Prize in Creative Writing (2006) and 2nd place winner in the Open Minds Quarterly BrainStorm Poetry Contest (2017). Recently, she has been published in Margins Magazine, Wrongdoing Magazine, Shuf Poetry and Myth & Lore. Forthcoming publications include Paddler Press, Fragmented Voices, Querencia Press and Stripes Literary Magazine.​

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