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.
September 2025-Synthetic Wants
Neon makeup. Petrol fumes. The scent of sleep on the drive home
This month, Lilomul invites you to write from the static. From the R&B songs playing through a dusty salon radio. From the glue stick webs you pressed onto your second-grade desk. From the soft disgust of lip-gloss. From the chemical craving of childhood not remembered-- but absorbed.
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We're calling for work that finds beauty in the disposable, intimacy in the industrial, and the longing in the artificial. The synthetic nostalgia of lead ink, cheap body spray, petrol stations, glitter pens. Gender in a bottle. Grief in a wrapper.
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This is a murmur of soft plastics and silent screams, of wanting what was never good for you but felt right. What do you still crave? What did you bury under static?
Show us your Synthetic Wants.