Editor’s Note: Vestiges_05: Lacunae
I return from a long absence, I return abundantly to the betrayal of words. The treason of my flights resumes as I announce myself a runaway, delighting in the gap of transit, the blush of ended encounters... Read More
Moon Valley by Gaby Williams
The world was right where I wanted / But I chose not to live there / I am going beyond beauty / Here’s the address: / The sun is setting / It’s seven o’clock / and summer is coming soon... Read More
Three Poems by Elizabeth Robinson
The hereafter is not without / pain because / its mute claim is upon us. / Smell of pelt, yearning in / a creature, / no heart but a pulpy bell / that refuses to move as we / diverge from its / yearning unrung... Read More
Six Poems by Christine Shan Shan Hou
A tongue is not a limb / but an escape route / Into the arena of tiny decisions / Where an opportunity / Presents itself in the form of a five-pointed star / Lone pawn overlooking pond of crooked pawns / Everything that happens within a lifetime becomes / Less new by the hour... Read More
My Glamorous Box by Vi Khi Nao
In Vegas, I live in a box. In a beautiful box for 4.5 months. And, it looks like this: / Where the light is miraculous. / There are radiations in my winter. My summer is skydiving. / I have been waking up in a cloud of fog. This weightlessness that is filled with liquid deterrent... Read More
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
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
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
Open Call for Submissions: Vestiges_05: Lacunae
Black Sun Lit is now accepting submissions for the fifth volume of Vestiges: Lacunae. The writer of the twenty-first century is both confronted and confounded by a world that has become all too knowable. With erudition and the future at their fingertips, today’s writer is no longer fulfilled by saying the inexplicable but depleted by... Read More