jesus fuck. goddamn. motherfucking holy shit.
yes trees opening up like a scream yes the wolves moving their bodies before their own shadows yes claws falling in love with the air yes smoke always moving in the direction opposite of our bodies yes down yes a tearing in the ground yes a dream of a throne of birds yes throwing our bones upward saying yes that is my shape yes that is my dream yes stepping out of the fire with a mouth full of snow yes angels building houses in the screams yes a goodness yes oh my god yes my spine yes i think my spine is more of a spine and less of a shiver yes less of a fire more of a flowering yes less of a knife more of a knife yes raising a body like a sharp deliberate thing yes towards the sky yes delighting in whatever falls from it like a rain yes like a fire yes like a frost yes whatever falls it will not be me yes it will not be the trees yes it will not be the fur yes it will not be you yes i am more of an opening more of a deliberate thing
Annie Clark. The One.
while we live / beneath our sky / of stained particles / spiraling into our hair / like glass being unmade / to make room / to make a room / we can rain inside of / this spectrum arrives / like an axe / with the same sound / as the splitting of heaven
You have until midnight on July 31st to submit your poetry, fiction, nonfiction, illustrations, comics, or hybrid works to issue 8!
As a special sneak peek, here’s a cover illustration by the amazing Isabella Rotman (ThisMightHurt.tumblr.com).
SOOOO excited to be a part of this. Send in some stuff! Let’s be art buds!
Janelle Monaé, “Electric Lady”
What’s that sound oh yes my spine becoming stained glass bird churches stacked into the sky mhmm yes
Emily Kendal Frey (newprivacy) , Sorrow Arrow