About This Space
This is Lilomul's living archive-- a digital altar for all that cannot wait.
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Work submitted here is published more frequently and outside the bounds of our themed issues. Every month, the archive reshapes itself around a mood, an echo, a feeling. Think of it as a whisper from Lilomul's lungs.
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We accept poetry, experimental prose, visual fragments, anonymous or named work, and all forms not yet recognised. We want softness that stings. Breaths that shake. Pages that refuse to sit still.
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Submit your work that responds to the monthly murmur-- or not. We publish what speaks.
May 2025- Rebirths, No Birth
I have died before. I will die again.
And you-- you've died too.
Not the final death. But the slow ones. The quiet fade-outs.
The molting.
The severing from a playlist, a shoe, a pronoun, a tone.
This month, Lilomul begins by honouring that:
The selves we shed. The selves we resurrect.
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You are invited to submit anything that speaks to rebirths that do not begin with birth.
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Pieces that mourn the past you.
Pieces that resist the idea of "newness" altogether.
Pieces that rot, rupture, reincarnate, or refuse to.
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May's Archive will host all things becoming.
" I do not fear death, That I am sure.
To what form I resurrect--
that no one knows.
But you and I, we know."