[A canoe emerges from an armor of mist] by Monroe Lawrence
For you / I will remember / places touched by Rust / & thorn, / sky gleaming / Larks—a dull, / pried-apart / freedom / That darts & bursts & folds / in a dream of distances. / I will / dream / of mist & /... Read More
Three Poems by Andrew Maxwell
Within us you only you whisper. / This wet flesh of rainlight / descending / through duskfall. Your touch comes / as suddenly. Lavishly as if / this moment still / only ungathers. / Enflames now as rainlight. As smokelace. Your thorns / fill our throat and we / swallow... Read More
Open Call for Submissions: Vestiges_07: Catachresis
Black Sun Lit is now accepting submissions for the seventh volume of Vestiges: Catachresis. To wilt tears for an infatuation who has no name of their own. To weep rain like a sentence that passes through the unrequited glimpse. Language is the instrument of our shivers, literature the wink that slips into a wince... Read More
Two Poems by Emily Hunerwadel
and I wake up to find / everything whittled to sound / the floorboards covered / with it / my vermin selves / such were they / dreamt this way / until the scenery mutinies / and the floorboards multiply / in disguise / the dream character / a homing device / for what’s left... Read More
Three Poems by Kirstin Allio
I was against the hypnotizing cliché, clouds gathered, shadow-puppeting the sheet of sand. The tide-line was stenciled in washed trash. A traditional line of waves kept breaking. Form and freeform. Forgiveness wasn’t a form of innocence, it was futuristic... Read More
So-Lair Storm Virtual Book Launch
Tuesday, October 1, 2024, 7 PM ET: Please join Black Sun Lit for a virtual celebration of So-Lair Storm, with readings by author Andrés Ajens and translator Erín Moure followed by a conversation moderated by Michelle Gil-Montero, with Sonja Greckol... Read More
Three Poems from The Ink’s Path by Bernard Noël, trans. from French by Eléna Rivera
clearly it is necessary to leave behind the dark mouth / do we ever know what the other side of our face looks like / nothing murmurs inside us the why of reality and / the no longer are just as formidable as the not yet... Read More
Three Poems by Aaron Lopatin
At night, your eyes: / Could I do more the hands? / To feel the wreckage, truly. / To see the lessing day. The world must be asleep to these: / dreams; happenings; slippings of the seams. / I imagine a paradise without you. / I imagine a paradise you’ve left. / And light;... Read More
Two Prose Poems by Dale Going
If you take a brown feather, if you line it just a tiny bit with black, if you look underneath the feather, if you look at me closely in the light, the chased, encasing air, the leaf from which the subject seems to grow, flowering in catkins, the fruit a small samara no man would... Read More
Fragments from Not Now Now by Sandra Doller
They take it a little far. I haven’t even considered you yet. I applied. You think I’m talking about it when I’m talking all around it. There in your little snow hut in the sun. There there in it. There was an audio file once of the audiophile in the wind. You couldn’t understand... Read More