Never Change by Ali Power

weeks go by / you’re watching a black & white trilogy / with someone you resurrected / from a plane of holograms / who gifts you a hologram moon / you’re eating chocolate & popcorn / you’re waking up / between ugly cities / muddy paintings / heavy with geometry... Read More

A Senile Lucifer by Forrest Roth

I am spoken by having. I am kept by saying. I am laughing. A thing less by one witness, no longer keeping my company. Who has moved on far from without, without a cause to take with. I keep the thing. I wit the thingness, as in now, should one take offense to my laughing... Read More

Island Parts I-IV by Tom Haviv

The rocks’ peaks push higher and higher, splaying water, producing more wake. / As the travelers empty out their sockets: a rain, a volley of eyes, vectorizing the white sky. / Islands burst into view, wherever an eye sinks. / Until nearly all of the travelers go blind... Read More

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