Black Petals Issue #104, Summer 2023

Editor's Page
BP Artists and Illustrators
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
A Question of Money: Fiction by Eric Burbridge
Behold, a White Horse; Fiction by Spencer Jepma
Crawling Flesh: Fiction by Michael Stoll
Elm Weaver: N. G. Leonetti
Hunger: Fiction by Mark Jabaut
Mr. Fuzzypants: Fiction by Paul Radcliffe
Stop the World: Fiction by Roy Dorman
The Road Less Taken: Fiction by Albert N. Katz
The Washer Woman: Fiction by Sophia Wiseman-Rose
Underneath the Sheet: Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Shining Up Grandma: Fiction by Kenneth James Crist
The Children of 666 Middle School: Flash Fiction by M. L. Fortier
Bleed: Flash Fiction by Liam Spinage
Good Times: Flash Fiction by Ronin Fox
Time Lost: Flash Fiction by Bruce Costello
Unhappy Shadow: Flash Fiction by Paul Radcliffe
Cemetery Road: Poem by Joseph V. Danoski
Chasing Desolation: Poem by Joseph V. Danoski
Detroit Jurassic: Poem by Joseph V. Donaski
Colonia Somnia: Poem by Bianca Alu-Marr
The Precipice: Poem by Bianca Alu-Marr
Dread: Poem by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Home Movies: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Peppermint Twist: Poem by Christopher Hivner
There's Always Tomorrow Night: Poem by Christopher Hivner
Joke: Poem by DJ Tyrer
Ceramic Duck: Poem by Pete Mladinic
Choice: Poem by Pete Mladinic
To Stop the Killing: Poem by Pete Mladinic
Reaper: Poem by David Barber

Bianca Alu-Marr: Colonia Somnia

Coloniam Somnia

Bianca Alu-Marr


The colony buzzed with emotion,

         as the fake rain misted down on my face.

  I wish I had enough declats to get some food,

        But instead I take comfort in my pristine emptiness,

         besides the beer Hoxtu gave me for kissing him.

 I’m buzzed because nothing is in my stomach

       ‘cept beer and youth,

          and the danger of a city teeming with ugly aliens.

My arm is bumpy and green just as it should be,

        but I look around and all I see is

          a sea of pink and brown anymore.

Those aliens stink up the city with their

        hairless bizarre skin

          and giant eyes.

I weave and bob into them delighting in

       the cries of surprise and fear.

My three sturdy legs, bowing under the weight

          of life.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll gorbort my hair and

       wash my long spelets.

But today I’m dirty and special,

       the smell of native flesh,

          rushing free amongst slaves.

Bianca Alu-Marr is an emerging (in the publication world), writer who's been passionate about writing in many different genres for most of her life. She is the author and co-plotter of a comic book about a Comic Book shop in outer space called, “The Comicverse,” that has sci-fi, romance, comedy and drama. She also has a piece about a lonely dragon titled, “The Forgotten,” who’s lost her people (or so she thought), being published in Carmina Magazine in March.

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