"Her" "Y or N?" "The Tale of the Bottle" by Claudia Wysocky
"A Head Full of Flames" by Gabriel Victor Deibel
“A head full of flames”
A spell of rain
Wash the smoke rings from my brain
I hope, I know
Let the floodgates overflow
Through my veins
What remains?
Of dust and ash
'lectric wires, broken glass
Concrete, pale heat
And an empty plastic seat
Cant maintain, can't complain
How long can I delay?
Not another day
It's gonna get easier
I've spent some time alone
I'm glad I've always known
It's gonna get easier
Five years have gone
And my life flows on and on
What a dream, what a dream
Almost lost me seam by seam
I remain
Head full of flames
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"The language of an asylum is a misunderstood fracture"
The past is a rabbit
caught, head first, in a razor
wire fence. The future
is a bird of prey gleefully
feasting on this opportune
moment, while the present
is a harvest mouse
watching from the hushed
stage of wild grass,
knowing the act is over
and nothing can rewrite it.
"The language of an asylum is a misunderstood fracture" by Christian Ward
Art by Vagueanimals
My Brief Bisexual Bildungsroman by Amy Davidson
A journey of self discovery
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Welcome to "In-House Interpretations," a dedicated forum hosted here at LHF, where the art we publish is not just displayed, but deeply explored and thoughtfully analyzed. This space is designed for the art and literature enthusiasts who delight in peeling back the layers of a work, engaging in close readings, and diving into detailed discussions.
Our aim is not only to celebrate the joy of literary analysis but also to provide nuanced perspectives on the diverse works we feature. Whether you're a seasoned critic or a casual reader, "In-House Interpretations" offers a platform to explore interpretations, exchange insights, and deepen your understanding of the art that moves, challenges, and inspires us.
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HYDROZOANS By Marianne Villanueva
Drifting, midwater. Jellies look alien, like something from Plan B from Outer Space.
Teacher looks entranced. The students can tell she's out of her body, out of her mind, out of the classroom.
Teacher is thinking, hydrozoans. She's thinking, bioluminescent. Order, narcomedusae.
Students are thinking: It’s the first week back after the holidays. Here we go again.
Decades later, on the Nostradamus. She's made a specialty of studying members of this taxa.
The ocean depths are dark as dark. But wherever she points the submersible beam, there are shapes moving. Black, triangular.
There is still so much the world doesn't know. Of course her family worries. But it’s her tenth dive. She knows the drill.
And even if the worst happened, she knows it will be quick. She prefers that way rather than growing old. She’s told her family, many times: She doesn’t do regret.
Poor Miss Diaz, she thinks. Stuck in her little white blouse, her flowered skirt. Pointing at figures on the blackboard while her students steal glances at their phones.
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Low Hanging Fruit was created by me, Calvin Madsen. I am a person, a writer, a Californian, and several other adjectives and identifiers. I created this website to get more involved in the world of literature and arts, satisfying my own passion while promoting the work of others.
Perhaps this website will lead to printed editions. My hope is to one day evolve this project into a literary & arts magazine, printed quarterly or biannual. I am but one person, but it is my sincere hope that this will grow out of my control and become its own entity wrangled by editors, managers, reviewers, and all other organelles of publication.
The name, for those interested, is stolen from my intro to fiction teacher at UCSB. He told us to create a literary magazine of this name, and so I have. He was frustrated that the work we were creating in our fiction class had no place to be published and presented to anyone. So, in my small way, I swung my bat.
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-Calvin Madsen, March 30th 2024