Author: M. Vincent Lovay
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‘Moonlight Passacaglia’ featured centerfold in cult zine
“We were almost there, but what was the point. There was no relief, no release. Our home was a couple orders of magnitude more luxurious than those down here, but it was hardly any different. Inside was an eternal moonrise just the same, illuminating the marital bed I shared with this stranger.”
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‘Hôtel Souvenir’ to be released as limited-edition chapbook
“Over my shoulder starlight slept on narcotic waves, where the boatmen, though I couldn’t see them, still mumbled across the water, probing blind for a body that lay bloated and dreaming under a sheet of ice.”
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‘Moonlight Passacaglia’ to be published in February
“She said she loved me, and her voice was the sound of a door closing forever.”
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‘Maxim Kolosov’ featured in The Bangalore Review
“I’d never seen a man die. Not before this. I would’ve looked away had I known what was coming, that he was jumping for real.”
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A selection from ‘Lakeland Empire’
“His pill bottle bulged against his hip when he moved, and its quiet rattle routed his thoughts. He crossed the beach and sat near Annie, looking at her maybe too long. She looked back, arching a single eyebrow and saying nothing. She was wearing a knee-length denim skirt, a snug-fitting T-shirt with the NASA logo…
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A selection from ‘The Stations’
“The asphalt was hot beneath my feet, and I wondered if we weren’t placating forgotten gods left to dream and rot in the crumbling sewers and take some comfort in the holocaust above. The air this close to the flames was hot and acrid and Geneva couldn’t breathe without her oxygen. Her eyes watered at…
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‘Hotels’
“I sighed and wandered over to the mirror, in which my reflection was a pale blotch in the gloom. I wondered how many people had stood at this very spot, their lovers sleeping, their hopes and vanities turning to vapor, dust, fingerprints smudged on the mirror-glass. What a terrible place for an epiphany.”
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A selection from ‘The Winnowing Season’
“But that was all Cassie ever did, just sit up here in her room and read and sleep, starve and wither, pass the years quietly, gently. There really had never been much else to her, at least nothing that Sally could remember. She wondered for a moment what Cassie thought about up here all by…
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‘Beatification’ to be featured in Cardinal Sins
“On Beatification Day, Ania and I were simply strange children in a world at once new and familiar. Telling, then, that Nowy Świat, when translated literally, means New World. The centuries-old buildings appeared now as they never had before, all fancied up in their paradoxically papal saturnalia. I may have been the foreigner, but this…
