• Four Poems by Christina Vega-Westhoff

    Be or at have from repetition of linear reasoning one guest speaks into micraptorphone recycled belief claw line tangent of entropy polyanalaze eyes for days closed like lizards whispers of elation chime of calendar away from online entity official language vs corruption charge nomination... Read More

    Three Poems by Anselm Berrigan

    I have ripped my / Surface into the foreground, so as to / Hopefully, die on terms I at least might / Begin to utter. I got to see your work / Because it’s 100 years since you came / To this town, & somebody decided / To honor your decision. That’s a whole /... Read More

    Five Poems by Kimberly Alidio

    A blurb for we are all we have not just our care and theories what we’ve read poignant details eliciting attention meaning and insight and sensory signals or our geopolitics the lands and bodies incur inter spread across continually die for the commons horizons maneuvers campaigns direct actions disjointed... Read More

    Vestiges_07: Catachresis Cover & Contributors Preview

    Vestiges_07: Catachresis will feature work from Christophe Tarkos, Martha Ronk, Will Alexander, Andrew Joron, Edwin Torres, Kimberly Alidio, Garrett Caples, Anselm Berrigan, E. Tracy Grinnell, Sueyeun Juliette Lee, David Buuck, John Yau, Christina Vega-Westhoff +more... 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

    Editor’s Note: Vestiges_06: Aporia

    Pédaler dans la semoule. To wade, to lose means, to lose the thread of our words. My feet pace, march in place, tap to torrents on the treadle. There is no limb that moves in revolution. Assimilating the hands that kneaded the sauerkraut and cancoillotte. I needed, have need of you. In wait, what trodden... Read More

    Three Poems by Ghérasim Luca, trans. from French by Austin Carder

    love torrent emptiness chair / the empty chair / the torrential and empty chair suspended in meta-emptiness / the meta-chair is suspended by the torrential rope of meta-emptiness... Read More

    Six Poems from Enter Ghost by Genya Turovskaya

    I can’t will you out of / the latticed net of the willow’s umbrage / I will leave you there / beating the drum / of a furious grief... Read More

    Excerpt from No Material by Losarc Raal

    Times will change the cobalt heaven tongues. I walk people into water past the hippo lights. Black model railroad track. Doctor of the upper wake plea. My heart is hollow; my skin waives tears... Read More

    I Am From the Last Country I Am From by Jack Jung

    A double negative / Is an erasure back to square one / On the cadence hitherto ripped from sources / Once well-known... Read More