stares at [the] revolver, blankly;
swirled in roots, father, absently
Poetry
Cover reveal of “Nights in the Snow Garden.”
Based on what I’ve read in “Letters to Jupiter”, I can guarantee you this upcoming collection will be an emotional ride with raw and heartfelt examinations of the self, love, and life.
Fuchsias.
Almost twenty and I thought I found some white in my hair
how unsurprising
The Anthropocene Hymnal is out now!
All direct proceedings to Experiments in Fiction are donated to World Wild Life to help combat climate change issues. You can also purchase the anthology as a Kindle e-book or paperback on Amazon, but I’d recommend purchasing directly from Ingrid as well.
Wound.
This wound
being dead, did it make me go mad?
“My first rain of monsoon 2021” by Priyanci Jain.
Smell, feel, touch and sound
I am a rain child
disencumber the rain.
Verdigris
I should kill her seed
“The Anthropocene Hymnal” Release.
Save the date! The Anthropocene Hymnal is expected to release on July 24th, 2021. The Anthropocene Hymnal is an upcoming anthology about the different impacts of climate crisis and the global pandemic as written through the perspective of many different poets and writers.
By the canefields at dusk.
From solidarity and desire, the trace of winter’s end,
Will I always remember that? I see people
Scowled on their prophecies, and dreams from before
Are never nearly settled in the impression of first want—
With these rhythmic ghosts upon red petals, and in the distance
The beauty of the dew—vanishing in deeper silence—
Terrifying their own voices nightmarish with unease
“Still under master’s orders .. .” by edenbray.
Who clear away the bodies, tie the flags low, remember
who exchange your smile for piles of shit-brown guile
deep into truncated roses.
seeking the death of my cynicism (it’s like cyanide), to the trill in my chest
Poem in “My Valiant Soul Newsletter.”
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Somewhere in your eyes.
for our dead poet minds
and the dead-child flowers
that were weeds
thief.
Don’t look for me
I won’t look for you.
Fragments (the earth).
I expect you like fragments
entirety of your being; autumn spurred
and trees mocking
Alive (to drown).
You are a fool, you are death,
where eyes decipher
the plea in the thorns
of a mother’s tree
I brought you flowers.
the rain is the face
of a macadam// a moon
before abandonment grows
in the weeds
cry for blood roses.
alterity cries for blood roses
blanket me.
blanketing the red koi leaves of grass / the ambrosiac death
naked in a dance / under the moon; heart whittled / a sea sings the backbone and root of grief
Solicitude/Solitude (Draft).
solicitude
for the man in tremendum
fully mad in autumn
