Two Texts by Katy Mongeau

I fell asleep with our innards like a long sentimental rope. The white pillar holding all of this up has a halo. You can be ruined but not empty. You can be a temple but not empty. You can be a ruin but not nothing, no... Read More

Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & JD Larson at Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop

Sunday, September 11, 2016, 3PM: Black Sun Lit and Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop present Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & JD Larson... Read More

Two Stories by Laurie Stone

We did not communicate again. Now he is the age I was when we met, and I am the age Gardner was when he died. Sometimes it comes into my thoughts that I will die this year, too. There is something we feel we are supposed to give back, like feeding a body to the... Read More

Editors’ Note: Vestiges_02: Ennui

Free to be anywhere, boredom takes the writer everywhere. Free from apprehension, the writer is no longer pushed to panic by boredom, fumbling to alleviate it. What, then, does one do with this liberty? One not simply does but remembers, and detrimentally... Read More

Vestiges_02: Ennui Launch at Unnameable Books

Thursday, August 11, 2016, 7PM: Please join Black Sun as we celebrate the launch of Vestiges_02: Ennui with an evening of readings from Donald Breckenridge, Ian Dreiblatt, Laurie Stone, Matthew Jakubowski, Haley Hemenway Sledge & Erin Fleming... Read More

Four Poems by Ashley David

Difficult to locate, my heart bleeds / while they feed at my breasts. Slice / my tongue twice with a sword. Horses / are hungry, the serpent and moon waning, / volcanic sun socks a line to bread and iron. / Water virgin and a cow with one arm feel / a heart that does... Read More

A Missing Suspiria de Profundis by Matt Schumacher

DEAR ______________, I hereby bequeath you the most frustrating case of my career, the baffling phantom, absurd goblin, and born wanderer of alleyways known as Thomas De Quincey. This De Quincey, famously laudanum-laced poet, is almost impossible to track, a slithering enigma, whose escape routes multiply everywhere he turns... Read More

ВѢДѢТИ by Lital Khaikin

To sink entirely into this dark lung, is all. / As land before footfall, earth rests in silence, un-anticipating and significant. / Endless interiours, expanding one into the next – contains an entire history of emptiness. All the world a magnet... Read More

The Cliff’s Edge by Evan Lavender-Smith

That she will fall from the cliff’s edge. That her son’s sweaty hand will slip from her grasp and her son will fall from the cliff’s edge. That her outstretched fingers will fail to catch onto her daughter’s onesie as her daughter waddles out past the cliff’s edge. That her flabby biceps won’t support her... Read More

Vestiges_02: Ennui Cover & Contributors Preview

Vestiges_02: Ennui will feature work from Pierre Senges, Friederike Mayröcker, Ennio Flaiano, Evan Lavender-Smith, Donald Breckenridge, Ian Dreiblatt, Meghan Lamb, Berit Ellingsen, Patty Yumi Cottrell, K. Thomas Kahn, Iris Moulton, Eugene Lim, Adam McOmber +more... Read More

lacrimosa by Scott Jacobs

the half of me you held was     the dark radar feeling through the blur     of how we are now electric     that one time you tangled into me / like the slaughter of an animal in water     turning the screws out of the hinges     as the darkness of death reveals     itself as freedom... Read More

camera obscura by Scherezade Siobhan

the first time i see my father / it is at the nosebleed dusk of his funeral / i travel 7,000 miles for a photograph / — his body’s a half-lit cathedral of bones / here chopin is a rosebud clutched between / the gondolier’s lips; an étude’s silk... Read More