Inkapture Issue 2, September 2011 – Editor’s Foreword

Welcome to Inkapture Issue 2, September 2011! Three months have passed since our first publication and it is with delight that we introduce the second issue of Inkapture, filled with a selection of excellent writing from around the globe. We have been extremely pleased with the feedback we received with regards to the first edition and we hope that the work displayed here will meet the expectations of those who will be reading us again as well as new Inkapture enthusiasts. We... Read More

Natural History by Stephanie Carter

There is little time for immersion front-crawling throughout your laboratory to the museum; bleached white, the bones of some eight-foot-three pincer make no natural noise but the creak of a boat-stern and the rugged, dusted smell of archaeology. I rub up against the taxidermy, blow kiss-marks to the sad-looking polar bear, gripping down sliding against stinging feather and softer spines elbowing miniatures with o-shaped mouths and sticky, candyfloss fingers, entering the ark. To... Read More

Sometimes by Alex J. Robinson

while I’m at work, I see men move around the aisles in their grumpy way. Sometimes as I hang over a sink of heated knives I hear a cough, and push my fogged glasses up my nose. I turn to the counter, and in those clearing seconds of fluorescence blinded, I see a man who is not my father and consider how he lost his mind and smile while I think of mine.   Alex J. Robinson, 21, is a student and writer of poetry and fiction. He is currently editor-in-chief of Eastern Connecticut... Read More

Questions at the Zoo and Farmyard Ethics by Rich Davenport

Are these fish official? Is this horse endorsed? Is this elephant relevant? Was this rhubarb forced? Or was it raised in a supportive, nurturing, rhubarb-friendly environment, Free to blossom, calm, not flustered Free from taunts of brandished custard? Not condemned if it should stumble No leering farmer’s threats of crumble? I flee the zoo in tears of rage Release the rhubarb from its cage And set it loose to wander free As men in white coats search for me   Rich Davenport... Read More

Sharing by Alex J. Robinson

I have found an evolved book of verse with a many-ways every-which-way format of buttons, buttons, who’s got the muscle to write erase and sketch in the margins anyway?   Lead, sweat smudges, upgraded immaculate to text bells, to tocsins of voice recycled down from singing glass and back to sand – to silicone, to noise, to elegize the hollow sounding tones of breaths coming somewhere out of pages flipping by an open window – I could get used to not dropping... Read More

Child of the Music by Sarah Hardy

27th May 2007 She opened her blind eyes and stared into the infinite blackness of her mind. ‘One lives in hope,’ she breathed to the sleeping patients on the ward. Lying still, the chill of the hospital air gently brushed against her senses. Even the light breeze that made the thin curtains rustle like restless doves had a clean, clinical texture; tasting bitter on the old lady’s weary tongue. She sighed: a deep, exhausted sigh that rattled through her broken lungs and... Read More