Cadaverine Magazine

The best new poetry, prose and non-fiction from emerging writers under 30

We believe in showcasing contemporary, innovative and original new writing from the next generation of literary talent.
Every free lion can change. A somatic

story lies in our flesh, the rivers of

our stomachs branch and meander and collide.

Two Poems by Julia Allen

Every free lion can change. A somatic

story lies in our flesh, the rivers of

our stomachs branch and meander and collide.

Jun, 30 · in Poetry
As soon as the street was empty of all of the school children, he crawled out and went to his father. His breathing was heavy, and he stank of alcohol.

Blankets in the River with Oranges by Rafael Gamero

As soon as the street was empty of all of the school children, he crawled out and went to his father. His breathing was heavy, and he stank of alcohol.

Jun, 22 · in Prose

Loop of Jade – A review by A K Afferez

The idea is that if you fall, the jade bracelet that you are wearing, and that has been gifted to you by your mother or grandmother, will crack in your place – “a sacrifice.” This ...

Jul, 03 · in News,Non-Fiction,Reviews

Prose Editor (Volunteer) Vacancy – Apply by 31st May

Cadaverine Magazine is looking for a creative, committed individual with an ear for great storytelling and an eye for delicious prose to join their team as Prose Editor.   Cadaverine is a non-profit online magazine ...

Apr, 26

Poetry Editor (Volunteer) Vacancy – Apply by 31st May

Cadaverine Magazine is looking for a creative, committed individual with an ear for language and a scrupulous eye for detail to join their team as Poetry Editor (Volunteer). Cadaverine is a non-profit online magazine that ...

Apr, 21
As soon as the street was empty of all of the school children, he crawled out and went to his father. His breathing was heavy, and he stank of alcohol.

Blankets in the River with Oranges by Rafael Gamero

As soon as the street was empty of all of the school children, he crawled out and went to his father. His breathing was heavy, and he stank of alcohol.

Jun, 22
i dreamt him with

breasts swelling, lips of his rib cage

flowering open, suckling

the hard pearls of steamed gooseflesh

Protandry by Noel Peng

i dreamt him with

breasts swelling, lips of his rib cage

flowering open, suckling

the hard pearls of steamed gooseflesh

Jun, 20
Without hesitation or even a pitying look on his face, Laura let his strength fall with the blade.

The Boy We Called Laura by Rafael Gamero

Without hesitation or even a pitying look on his face, Laura let his strength fall with the blade.

Jun, 18
Mike greeted them like he hadn't seen them in decades. As if their tenth year reunion hadn't been last year.

Inside the Lines by Shannon Pender

Mike greeted them like he hadn’t seen them in decades. As if their tenth year reunion hadn’t been last year.

Jun, 15