Lucid Membrane by Tantra Bensko, reviewed by BL Kennedy

Lucid Membrane

Tantra Bensko

Night Publishing

180 pgs

$30.00 full color, $10.00 B&W

ISBN: 978-14662-100-7-3



The rest of the story shall go unexplained, but the steps were the first token of my affection for the birds, and we shall end there. They became being.

Tantra Bensko’s Lucid Membrane is a collection of stories poised in sincere vision. This book will follow you, haunt you, possess you, and grasp you with its equality. The prose within these pages seduces and lingers; it’s like reading a non-existent cubist painting , a renditiohttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifn so to speak, of a world that hangs between worlds. I have long been a fan of Bensko’s work; I love her narrative flow, her command and construction of the non-linear language. I receive books from her on a regular basis and have witnessed firsthand, her development and growth as a writer, and I have not been able to put down her work yet. I highly recommend Lucid Membrane. Tantra Bensko is a writer of the first order, and simply put, her words need to be read.

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from "PhotoluminAssence"

"And I had been saving up since I was a kid for my destiny, since I knew I had one, just didn’t know what it was. I kept my money behind my mirror, so whenever I opened the mirror box, I would see myself, tell myself, yep, dude, this is it. You’re the one. It’s happening, you just don’t know how. And the stash was huge, but not huge enough. I had to start giving tats to people in secret before I could make enough to patent it. No one could know before I did.

So it had to be only the unpopular geeks, or they’d have girlfriends who would find out. I mean, no way were those guys going to get lucky any time soon. At least not until they had the tats. Then they might get notorious enough that they’d get some girl, maybe even a hottie, who knows. Luckily, it didn’t show up in the daytime, or it would be obvious during gym. And it had to be someplace that wouldn’t hurt too bad, someplace they’d like to show off when they could. They all got into the idea of a special tat on their butt. They could moon people with it. That’s the kind of thing that made Guyerson laugh so’s he’d spit around the edges of his mouth, kind of squeaked. Reminded me of the hamster. But way stretched out."