Three Poems by Jeremy Hoevenaar
I lose myself, maybe borrow / you if that’s a right I can / manifest by speaking–– / speaking here meaning / writing in the sense / that writing even in relative / silence feels loud / and resonant with a duration / metaphor wants me / to call breathing... Read More
Other People by Jasmine Dreame Wagner
The cinematic is where I run / to or from pursuit / of a view that will make me feel / time exists outside of myself... Read More
Synthetic by Katie Ebbitt
I made holes, deeply, / Because being cold left me / Bruising, or the opposite, healed / Face that forgets / Its own age... Read More
Record of a Tryst In Tokyo by Eisuke Yoshiyuki, trans. from Japanese by Marissa Skeels
The jazz grew fiercer in the colored spotlight’s rays, as if sobbing or adrift on rough beats, spitting tapes of lust as white as seed... Read More
Dear Prudence by Marream Krollos
Once somebody said that these girls we teach are only going to go on to eat homemade pies all day waiting until their fat husbands come home to fuck them. Only a dream for the rest of us girls in the world… our bodies having already split apart with ways men make war... Read More
Vestiges_05: Lacunae Cover & Contributors Preview
Vestiges_05: Lacunae will feature work from Paul Éluard, Georg Trakl, Serge Pey, Rachel Levitsky, Vi Khi Nao, Elizabeth Robinson, Jennifer Soong, Róbert Gál, Adam Fagin, Jeremy Hoevenaar, MC Hyland, Kyle Coma-Thompson, Christine Shan Shan Hou +more... Read More
A note on submissions
Submissions for Vestiges_05: Lacunae remain open until December 31. Please direct your work to editors [at] blacksunlit [dot] com with the subject line “Vestiges Submission.” Submissions for digital vestiges will re-open the first of next month... Read More
Introducing Apostasy by Katy Mongeau, forthcoming March 16, 2020
Preorders for Katy Mongeau’s Apostasy are now available. Apostasy is a becoming and a deathwish—bloom, raunch, wilt, and rot. Ecstatic and erotic, mythic and mystical, fecund and feculent, Katy Mongeau’s debut collection of poems... Read More
The Washing and the Clothes Line by Serge Pey, trans. from French by Donald Nicholson-Smith
I learned my letters as I ate my alphabet soup. Tiny letters, without much meaning. For her part, my mother read the earth, because marks on the ground were the writing of the night. From those signs, outside the house, she knew that a fox had passed by along the road... Read More
the beginning of suffering is by Valerie Hsiung
the beginning of suffering is species accordance / the beginning of suffering is echo dislocation / the beginning of suffering is experimentation / the beginning of suffering is interspecies vivisection / the beginning of suffering is eco sideshow... Read More